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"description": "Art - :iconOwligatorStudios:\nWriting/Ceylon - :Iconruna216:\nEzra - :IconTrashyPanda:\n\nIn this story, Ezra reunites with Ceylon a month after being transformed, where he gets to indulge himself with Ceylon with virtually no limits. I also apparently added a new kink to my repetoire, so that's nice! \n\nEnjoy!\n\n=====--=--=====\n\nEstrus Possession\n\n\tLife had taken a drastic turn for the better for Ezra ever since Ceylon visited his university. At that time he was a journalist and reporter working for the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic, so when he got an opportunity to have a one-on-one interview with the gryphon, their discussion led to him being certain that she was more than what she claimed to be. Ceylon wasn't just the CEO of NoThEn Labs and a founder of the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic but an immortal mage that had been influencing Dalon for more than a Millennium.\n\n\tSome cultures worshiped Ceylon and the other eleven immortals as gods. They were the crux of almost every religion in the world's documented history. And Ezra was able to piece this together by studying texts, cross-referencing data, and doing some investigation on his own. So when he revealed this conspiracy theory to Ceylon, the gryphoness didn't deny it. On the contrary, Ceylon was impressed with Ezra and offered a wish to him in exchange for not divulging this information.\n\n\tTo be clear, Ezra was mostly keeping this theory to himself. He knew how conspiratorial it sounded regardless of the strength of the evidence. He was a real reporter and a respected journalist, he wasn't going to risk his livelihood and reputation on something he couldn't prove and sounded like historical fiction more than reality. World history excited him but he was self-aware enough to know better than to share his findings with others. This was something he did for himself.\n\n\tEven with confirmation from Ceylon, he wasn't entirely convinced of its authenticity until the following weekend, where he attended a barbecue outside of town that was staffed by the other eleven immortals and a handful of regular people who had similarly uncovered the truth of them. That wasn't enough on its own either. Anyone could claim to be immortal and convince a cult to believe them. Well, not anyone; someone with enough charisma could do it, though. Ceylon had charisma to spare.\n\n\tNo, the final step in validating Ezra was when he actually got his wish. No strings attached. No nonsense. No tricks. Ceylon took Ezra into her womb, fundamentally transformed him into a properly functional hermaphrodite, and rebirthed him anew, all while psychically sharing what information was needed to verify the claims. This level of magic, the mastery she displayed in doing so was far beyond what Ezra had ever seen or heard of outside of ancient mythology. \n\n\tTransformation magic was incredibly uncommon and even at its best all it could do was offer a temporary, cosmetic change to a person's body. Physical magic – Telekinesis by another name – required a level of strength that was virtually impossible for anyone to do beyond what their actual body could actually lift. And psychic abilities were so intangible and volatile that even verified, proven psychics had to rely on interpreting images and feelings to properly converse telepathically. \n\n\tCeylon managed to do all three of those magics with ease. At the same time. While carrying on a conversation with Ezra during the whole ordeal. Even if she wasn't an immortal Diety, she had the strength to match one and that was good enough to convince Ezra of her authenticity. \n\n\tFor years he just had a pet theory about Ceylon and the other eleven immortals. One he mostly kept to himself as a fun little thing he chose to believe as a treat. He actually thought Ceylon would find it amusing upon hearing the theory, not prove it correct and then reward him for figuring it out. \n\n\tSince then he seemed to have been invited into a pretty exclusive club of individuals who not only also figured out that certain bits of legend and mythology were indeed historical fact but had also been granted a form of reincarnation. A handful of friends, allies, and other historical figures were put in a form of crystal stasis, reverted back to infancy, and given new life in cycles so that these immortal individuals could keep friends around while also meeting them anew.\n\n\tEzra was one of them. Though he had yet to recall any of his supposed past lives. His girlfriend Afearnia and the polycule she and now Ezra was a part of were all reborn at multiple times. They assured Ezra he'd get his memories back eventually but it could take years. \n\n\tSo now he was living his life with a vastly altered perspective. Not only were the Gods of Old all real, they had befriended him and valued his presence enough to keep him alive across generations. That felt pretty damn good. It also made him feel invincible. Knowing he'd somehow survived dozens of lives in the past made him fearless in his day to day lives. Understanding he was part of a secret group of immortals gave him confidence he'd never had before.\n\n\tBut above all else, feeling loved kept his spirit high. For most of his modern life Ezra felt like an outcast, barely managing at the edge of society in his own little bubble. He'd dated but it always felt a little off for him. Like he wasn't living his true life. Part of that ended up the reality that he lived most of his life in a purely male body while feeling like he was better suited as nonbinary with both sets of genitals. Much like his theories about Ceylon and the other immortals he kept this to himself, indulging in expensive potions to temporarily give himself that feeling before it wore off and his spade vanished.\n\n\tThis cycle of temporarily living authentically and having it stripped away coupled with his general lack of feeling like he belonged made him pretty reclusive outside of his journalism. So once Ceylon unbirthed him and rebirthed him – the only way to ensure a transformation would remain permanent and functional – his life turned around. He met others like him, he felt like he belonged, and above all else he was living in a body that felt right. \n\n\tHe met Afearnia first. She was a canine with a punk personality that was also dating about a half dozen others in a polycule. Through chance and circumstance, Ezra also met Vvilfred the stallion, Kentanni and Wrasir the pygmy hippogryphs, Therris the kirin, and Fidget the bunny-doe, all of which were part of this group. Him being welcomed to the group of demi-immortals basically meant he was fair game. And, as it turned out, they had all been linked in some way or another in a web of connections spread across their past lives.\n\n\tSo it made perfect sense that they'd reconnect, even if he was still a relative outsider this time around. Afearnia was his link to the rest of the group, as she was the one he met first and the one that first picked up on that recurrent spark. \n\n\tEzra and Afearnia were primaries in a manner of speaking, but Ezra had quickly come to grow equally fond of every other member of the polycule as well. So even though he and Afearnia had the strongest bond, he was comfortable going on dates with any of the others in any pairings or groups.\n\n\tIn spite of being enthusiastically welcomed to their poly group, he chose to not move in with them. Not yet, anyway. He had his own place and he really loved his personal space. They all respected that and were just happy he was comfortable as himself again.\n\n\tIt helped that his new, fresh genitals were eternally hungry and he felt like he had a lifetime's worth of sex to catch up on. He loved letting Wrasir, Therris, and Vvilfred cum in him. He loved playing with Shiazo the floral golem that served as the house's literal spirit. He'd even bend over for Styreks the laurossin, the dragon-raptor house pet. He was insatiable both in and out of heat. And he was happy to share with the women of the group, too, since he could so easily relate to them now.\n\n\tEzra fit well into their polycule and experiencing love without jealousy was almost as much of a transformative experience as the literal gender transformation he'd experienced in the womb of Ceylon. It was such a unique and validating experience to have people he could open himself to while also knowing that he wouldn't be letting anyone down if he wasn't in a specific mood. If he was in the mood, he had guilt-free options. If he wasn't in the mood they had options. \n\n\tWhen it all came down to it, being in such an open and respectful polycule was superior to the traditional monogamous, one-on-one relationship. For him, anyway. After being so comfortable in that web of relationships he couldn't even fathom being involved in any other way.\n\n\tAnd yet despite how ideal it was, he found himself alone for the first time in months. Nobody had abandoned him or rejected him, but schedules seemed to conspire and nobody had been available for any sort of companionship for days. Kentanni and Wrasir were traveling, Vvilfred had a work project that was keeping him busy day and night, Therris and Foxifly were enjoying some sort of family issue overseas, and Afearnia was on a week-long tour with her band. Even Fidget ended up with a lucrative offer to deliver some very special potions the day she was planning on meeting up with him.\n\n\tThis was fine. He wasn't entitled to anyone's time and it wasn't like anyone was ignoring him. Just happened to work out that everyone was out this weekend. \n\n\tHe could have stayed at their house to take care of Shiazo and Styreks but he felt awkward being in someone else's house without them there. He was part of their polycule and a welcome member of the house – Shiazo even grew a room for him, as the plant golem could manipulate wood and other plant matter and had 'grown' the entire home – but he rarely used it. Instead he often either slept with others or had them visit at his place and share his bed. If he was sleeping alone it was in his own house.\n\n\tFor the first time in more than a month he was not in the company of any of his closest friends. He felt lonely but it wasn't unbearable. So he was out walking the trails, casually enjoying some meat snacks while casually thinking about maybe heading north to The Ranch to see if he could spend some time there with Ilorek or Valencia. Two of the eleven immortals.\n\n\tHe also considered meeting up with Rex, a tiger that worked on The Ranch. They'd met for the first time that weekend Ceylon gave Ezra new life and they'd occasionally spent time together since then. The tiger was a ranch hand, managing all the beasts that Ilorek cared for.\n\n\tThe Ranch was a rather interesting place. It was also known as a beast brothel that also made porn and sold it online. Its function meant that it got some criticism and drama thrown its way. All of this would be reasonable except that Valencia was a registered, proven psychic who was able to verify consent between their performers, thus eliminating the one barrier to that sort of thing.\n\n\tSo, knowing that he was casually linked to that place, he visited from time to time. He was pretty horny again, as his cycle had begun anew for the first time since Ceylon transformed him, so he was going to visit The Ranch and see about getting stuffed with knots or flares or whatever. \n\n\tHe was just making his way along the shoulder of the rural road that led to The Ranch when a shadow passed over him. He glanced up to see a rather large gryphon silhouette shooting by. This wasn't uncommon, there were dragons and gryphons and other fliers that flew pretty often. And the fact that the silhouette was blacked out by the sun behind it meant that Ezra couldn't make out any features.\n\n\tGiven his divine luck since being reintroduced to the demi-immortals it was pretty obvious who it was stalking him. But in spite of his history he didn't figure out what was going on and carried on walking down the shoulder of the rural road. He could see ahead of him the volcano-looking mountain that The Ranch actually resided within. Like a crater, with the plateau high above the rest of the world and surrounded on all sides by steep cliffs and ragged slopes.\n\n\tWhat he couldnt see was the gryphon in the sky anymore. He glanced up but saw nothing. Just clear, blue skies.\n\n\tThat was, until he got air-tackled from behind. The gryphon had swept down and struck him with so much force he was taken off his feet and knocked into the air. Only, instead of being tosed like a rag doll he had a pair of powerful black talons wrapped around his waist and his head was muffled in thick neck plumage that was a lovely blend of black, white, and golden brown. \n\n\tHad he been in the right state of mind he would have figured it out sooner but he was pounced from behind, ambushed in all senses of the word. He was tossed around and disoriented with feathers and fur whipping around him as his equilibrium was thrown off balance.\n\n\tEzra was carried higher and higher off the ground until he had to have been a hundred meters up or more when he finally gained enough of his composure to be able to take in the world around him. He mostly was stuck looking at the ground and sky, with a big fluff of plumage blocking most of his view. Once he managed to pull away a bit and get a better perspective he could see that it was in fact Ceylon who had ambushed him! The white base, the black markings, the golden brown highlights. It was definitely Ceylon!\n\n\tHe immediately cheered up, his expression brightening as he wrapped his arms around the gryphon's neck, immediately losing himself in the inflated plumage. \n\n\tOnce he had some semblance of control again and Ceylon saw he was lucid enough, The gryphon helped Ezra to climb upon her back while still flying high above the fields. The flapping of her wings nearly made Ezra lose his grip and fall but he was able to find his place with his rump on the small of her back with his tail between her wings and his legs cradled by her talons. He pressed his chest to her back and enjoyed the flight as best he could while the wind whipped in his fur and her feathers. All he could say to her in the moment was a muffled shout of, “It's been a while, eh?”\n\n\tCeylon flicked her ear and glanced back at him with a beaky gaped grin and a nod. There wasn't going to be much going on in terms of conversation with the wind blasting them and her wings beating loudly. It wasn't until Ceylon was high enough and soaring effortlessly over thermals – warm upward pillars of air that reflected off rocks and other terrain that buoyed winged folks and animals – that they could share words.\n\n\t“Sorry for dropping in on you like that!” Ceylon apologized. Even though the turbulence of her wings had completely died down, the wind was still interfering with her voice. \n\n\tEzra leaned down so she was closer and better equipped to both speak and listen. “Yeah, I had no idea you were in town. You could have called me!”\n\n\t“Where's the fun in that?” Ceylon joked. “But in all seriousness this was kind of impromptu.”\n\n\t“I still have a phone.” Ezra countered. \n\n\t“I know but this is a lot more fun! Honestly I was heading to The Ranch to take care of myself but I think you'll be more fun!” She flapped a few times to gain altitude and then banked hard, diving towards the open fields well beyond the foothills of the volcanic crater that housed The Ranch. She finally came to land in an open meadow that was so vast that the treeline and the cliffs that emerged from above them could barely be seen over the horizon.\n\n\tCeylon daintily hopped along all fours to slow momentum before finally coming to a full stop. She lowered her front half and let Ezra climb off her. \n\n\t“So, uh, what's this all about?” Ezra suddenly got a sense of concern. Like his dream was being taken or that the transformation would need to be reversed. He'd taken a full month to finally let go of most of his insecurities; he had spent most of his life convincing himself he didn't deserve it or that any joy he had would be short-lived, something that got turned around when he had transformation therapy.\n\n\t“Oh, not that.” Ceylon assured him. She still had that natural ability to read others beyond surface level and must have immediately known that Ezra was worried about this gift being taken. “I Was in town, my heat hit, and I could really use some fun. Like I said I was on my way to The Ranch to see about getting that taken care of when I saw your leggy butt.” She actually licked her lips while stepping up to him. \n\n\tEzra was a tall fellow, over two meters tall himself, but Ceylon still stood a full head taller than him. And she was in her quadruped form, so she was considerably larger. Even with her playing with some dominance Ezra still acted casual. “And what exactly am I supposed to do about that? You have horses and dragons and other gryphons and ulokar over at The Ranch. What's my completely average cock gonna do to or for you?”\n\n\tCeylon raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side. “Is your memory failing?”\n\n\t“I don't think so, no.” Ezra felt mildly insulted.\n\n\tShe picked up on this accidental offense and leaned in to nuzzle past him, pressing shoulder to shoulder while she purred into his ear. “Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant to say that it's strange that you defaulted to assuming I was asking for cock. You have all that-” She motioned with one front talon and her opposite wing, indicating every bit of him from toe pads to ear tips. “-to work with, and I'm pretty insatiable. Horse cock is nice but there's a lot more meat on you than that.”\n\n\tHe actually gulped a bit. She had a point and it was silly that he didn't immediately figure out that was what she needed. “So, uh, you're not here to take my bits back or anything?”\n\n\t“Skies above no. Why would I do that?” She snorted a bit, something that seemed strange considering she had a beak and not a mammalian snout. “Look, Ezra, darling. I'm not that kind of gryphon. That gift is yours to keep and to give at your own discretion. Even if you offered me a great insult I'd just not bless you further, I wouldn't take it away.” The gryphon even went so far as to use one of her front talons to flick Ezra on the snout. \n\n\t“Hey!” He wrinkled his nose and batted her away. “Sorry, it's not my fault. I can't control how I feel.” In spite of him being mildly defensive about it, his tail idly swayed behind him. \n\n\tCeylon curled her body around him, like a cat marking a pole or their person's legs. She made sure yo make as much contact as she could, ending with her tail slithering over his shoulders like a snake. “I suppose you're right. You can only control your actions after the fact. Well, if that's the case, what are you going to do to thank me?”\n\n\tHe gulped. “I don't know what I can offer. I didn't know I needed to-”\n\n\t“Ugh! You suck at this.” Ceylon leaned into him, pressing the crest of her beak right up against his chest and nearly knocking him over. “I'm being sly. Slick. Coy. Silly. I don't presume to demand anything. I just thought it'd be some fun dirty talk to get you in the mood. All these generations later and I Still don't know how to talk sexy.”\n\n\t“Me neither.” Ezra confessed while cradling Ceylon's beak cheeks and trying to pull on them. He learned very quickly that avians do not have cheeks the same way mammals do when she gave him a warning chomp on the wrist. “Ack! Okay, sorry. I was trying to be cute.” \n\n\tShe stepped away from him, deliberately swaying her hips and lifting her tail as she did so. This revealed an astonishingly plump set of lips and tail hole. “Don't try to be cute. You know by now that doesn't work on me.” As she swished her tail at him to blow some her scent his way, she clenched her loins to make her meaty clit roll out and tense up. Her clit looked like a stallion's flare; it even spurted a bit when she winked it from right where the urethra would have been on a stud. \n\n\tEzra was stuck between two opposing mindsets. On one paw he felt she was teasing a bit too hard considering she had tried naughty talk just moments before so she was being a bit of a hypocrite. On the other paw, that flesh of hers was so inviting that she didn't care that much. The skin was a silky jet black, smooth and covered in a thin sheen of natural fluids that must have seeped out from within her. When she winked he saw that her clit, which was clearly a mini stallion flare nestled within her lips, had a mix of black and deep red flesh. \n\n\tCeylon was not being shy or bashful at all. Of course, this was what he expected of her. Even older ladies who had seen it all had no cares left in the world to be fussed about the petty insecurities of young adults. Ceylon had lived a dozen lifetimes or more, so of course she wasn't hesitant. She knew what she want and wasn't going to waste time with courtship.\n\n\tThere was a very brief moment of her trying to be casual in order to flirt with Ezra but that moment passed and now she was flagging her tail right at his face height, teasing and inviting him to have a go at her. An invitation he was happy to oblige. \n\n\tEven more than a month later he still tended to let others instigate and still needed pretty blunt hints to really pick up on it. This was about as blunt as it got. Though he wasn't entirely prepared he did step out of his shorts, made sure his stuff was in his pockets, and kicked it away. Fully nude, he stepped up to her, lightly play-smacking her shapely, round rump. \n\n\tCeylon's tail immediately swished to the side and smacked him alongside the head, not with enough force to knock him over but definitely enough to make him stumble. “Hey!”\n\n\t“You smack me I smack you back. I think that's fair.” She said while swishing her tail again. She winked her clit right in his face, giving him a better and clearer look at how that worked. He'd been very intimate with her loins before but it appeared a change had happened and now her clit was 'winking' by flaring out and deflating, like a stallion's pre-climax explosion. \n\n\tHer clit was flaring, not winking. Very new and unique take on the idea. But again, when the gryphon – well, more accurately the chimera – was a master of transformation magic it made sense that she could try new body configurations at will. And this new take on a mare's wink was an interesting one. Mostly, it was very fun to watch her clit swell up like a flare, then immediately shrink back down and retreat between the plump lips of her vulva. \n\n\tIt made him want to pounce her right then and there. Unfortunately for him, she was too tall, her loins at face height instead of waist height. Not a loss at all, he just couldn't slip into her the way he wanted. The fortunate part was that he could still find ways to pleasure her in ways she wanted.\n\n\tEzra leaned into her again and took in a deep breath, sampling her scents and letting the humidity of her estrus aura coat his lungs and the back of his throat. He hadn't even touched her lips yet and he could faintly taste her. “Wow, you really are deep in heat, aren't you?” He peeked around her flank to give her a sassy eyebrow raise. \n\n\t“I'm always in heat. If I want to be.” Ceylon said while backing up and pressing her thighs to his chest. “And I usually want to be.”\n\n\t“You have that transformation magic, can't you literally magic that away if it's interfering?” He said it but he knew immediately that it was a stupid thing to ask. \n\n\tShe lowered her tail and pressed it tight between her cheeks to fully seal herself off from him. “Why would I want to do that? Where's the fun in just not living happily?” She was being overly dramatic for effect but immediately changed her tone to let Ezra know she wasn't being serious. She lifted her tail again and offered another wink, this one forcing a thin stream of gooey slime from within her urethra to splash at his feet. “And if I did that, you'd still be trudging your way up the shoulder of that road. Let me indulge. Everyone wins.”\n\n\tHe rubbed his hands together to get them warm before finally making contact. Though he was quite aroused and his cock was poking out of his sheath, he didn't go right for her plump lips. Instead, he grabbed the base of her tail and wrapped both hands around it while leaning in close. “Okay, probably a dumb question but are ya clean?”\n\n\tThough his question was somewhat vague, Ceylon knew what he was referring to. “Darling, I command the very cells in my body; I will never not be clean when I'm in the mood.”\n\n\t“Good.” Was all he said before pressing his snout right up under her tail, pressing his lips to her plump pucker. Her tail hole was an almost perfectly round, donut-like bump of flesh that bridged the gap between the back end of her vulva and the base of her tail. He made out with her pucker, tongue plucking its flesh and probing deep to get a good taste of those juicy inner folds.\n\n\tCeylon's ears and head went straight up the moment she felt his tongue inside her. She glanced back, almost shocked. “Okay, I like this new, bold you. You're finding your true self again and I'm very glad to see and feel that.” She then leaned into him, widening the stance on her hind legs to help his ease of entry on her booty.\n\n\tEzra enjoyed the compliment so much that his tail started wagging behind him. He didn't retreat from her plump pucker but he did let her know that he appreciated it by really pushing into her, nuzzling and moaning and even sucking on her rump button. At one point he even lightly nibbled the rim of flesh to pluck it gently before returning to bury his tongue in her.\n\n\tHe absolutely was more bold! He noticed it, the others in the polycule noticed it, and his fellow journalists noticed it too. He had confidence and was shedding his more shy nature; to hear Ceylon confirm that it was noticeable and that it was 'his true self' helped him to internalize the realization that so much of his insecurity was holding him back.\n\n\tSure, he still felt he had a long way to go before he had the confidence or brazen attitude of Afearnia or Fidget, but the fact that he barely hesitated before making out with gryphon ass meant a lot. So much that he couldn't help but whimper under her tail as his cock came to full mast with just the half-formed knot lodged deep within his sheath. \n\n\tCeylon was clearly observing him over her shoulder, but she was also slowly losing herself to the pleasure of having him service her. She was an exceptionally experienced gryphon mare but clearly enjoyed her company. In fact, she liked the attention her rump was getting so much she was sure to let him know. “My dear, this is why I took the detour to see you instead of just getting railed by Oceris.”\n\n\tOceris was the well endowed shifting hippogryph that seemed to have adopted Ceylon's transformation powers. Because of this, they were a very popular option at The Ranch when it came to people who didn't know what they wanted but were comfortable letting the beast take over. \n\n\tHis lips were occupied and his tongue was busy but he still managed to peek over her rump. “Mrph?” While he waited for a response he slipped his thumbs down between her cheeks and parted her pucker to gape it slightly in order to give him more freedom to bury his tongue deeper. He noticed that her passage was pretty snug as far as he could go even though he knew from past experience that her bowels opened up right past the plump entrance. He just wasn't getting deep enough.\n\n\tThe gryphoness was happy to explain. “You are pretty open and chill about stuff. I never have to worry about compatibility, and now that you're growing increasingly confident I can say that I can definitely trust you to do your thing and that it'll be something I like.”\n\n\t“Mrph!” Ezra agreed, tongue still deep inside her.\n\n\t“So go ahead, you know what, surprise me. Let's see how much you can make me cum. I doubt you'll cross any barrier but if you do I'll let you know.” She swished her tail over his head and curled it over the small of her back while crouching down so that her chest was on the ground and her hindquarters were still up at Ezra's face height. She gently widened her wings a bit for balance but then laid her head down on her talons, contentedly purring and chirping to herself while Ezra worked.\n\n\tThe canine's eyes went wide with that open invitation. He could do anything to her with almost no limits. He had a canvas of flesh sprawled out before him and plenty of paint to work with. \n\n\tOnly he immediately ran into a problem when his mind went blank. With virtually limitless possibilities laid out before him he had a pretty mild case of choice paralysis. Did he migrate to a different hole? Jump right into something creative and indulgent? Stick with the hits for now and slowly build up? What if Ceylon was testing him to see how creative he was? \n\n\tShe must have noticed that he had paused because she pushed into him with a clitoral flare right against his chin. “You okay back there? You don't have to jump right to the fun stuff, you know!”\n\n\tIt was so kind of her to give him some guidance. \n\n\tHer encouragement helped but it didn't really limit what he wanted to do. In his heart he knew that whatever he did would be appreciated – she wouldn't have approached him and complimented their overlapping interests if not – but that didn't stop him from thinking he was being judged. Ceylon was able to be picky, she had her choice of suitors across the nations and time itself, she-\n\n\t“Sweetheart, you don't have to overthink it.” Ceylon assured, once again pushing back into him while flaring her clit. It was as upfront and demanding as she could be while casually letting Ezra know she could feel or read what he was thinking and feeling. \n\n\t“Fine, fine! I just want to make sure I do right by you.”\n\n\t“You don't have to. You've proven yourself to me time and time again, this is not a test it's supposed to be fun. Don't ruin it by analyzing it. Tell you what, I'll make this easy for you. Pretend I'm a beast. Treat me like you would a gryphon on Ilorek's Ranch. Just....give and take pleasure as you feel it would be best. I know where this is headed and where we'll both end up, so everything between here and there is a lovely bonus.” She stepped away so that her pucker wasn't touching Ezra's snout any longer; she needed to emphasize the point.\n\n\tThis actually did help. “Okay. Sorry! Promise you won't be weirded out if I do something you aren't into?” He cradled her round hip and gave a squeeze to assure her. \n\n\t“I know pretty much all your kinks. Have at ye.” She backed up again so that she was within tongue's reach. “I won't even playfully tease you or fake threaten to bail on you. But I do insist you get to it and stop worrying about performance.” \n\n\tGood advice. Have fun, the climax can only be truly enjoying if they both finish. The more he thought about it the clearer it was that Ceylon knew what she was talking about and knew how to get what she wanted. Ezra, when with his feral partners, actually prioritized their pleasure before his. Only once they were satisfied could he reach his own climax. Their pleasure was required for his. Despite having never spoken of this with the gryphoness, she clearly knew that was how he worked. \n\n\tClever girl, indeed.\n\n\tHe huffed to himself, impressed with her expert control of the situation. Knowing that and understanding both what he liked and what she was expecting of him he finally had the confidence and self-assurance to make his proper move.\n\n\tAs she insisted, he didn't dive right in. Not yet. He leaned back into her tail hole and kept making out with it, tongue probing and teeth plucking the teeth any chance he got. To truly start as he would with a mare or stallion or other feral, he kept his lips tight to her flesh while his paws began to wander, caressing her rump cheeks and thighs all the way from the knee to the ridge along the small of her back. He teased the base of her tail and kneaded her muscles to not only keep her limber and loose but also just because a proper tissue massage was welcome no matter the situation.\n\n\tShe responded well by letting loose a deep throated trill and shuddering against his touch. That was a very good sign, in line with what he was hoping for. So, knowing his methods were working he kept at it, caressing up and down her thighs, kneading her muscles, and doing everything he could to get near her plump lips without actually touching them. He deliberately slid his hands right in the crook between her inner thighs and the edge of the black flesh of her pussy lips, only allowing his digits to touch the silky velvet skin when her clit flared up and the lips spread out to pin his hand to her thigh.\n\n\tCeylon glanced back at him with a knowing smirk followed by a full-bodied shudder of anticipation and a subtle shuffling backward like she was trying to force her flesh to touch his paws.\n\n\tHe took note of this and proceeded with confidence. He kept massaging her and carefully tracing her muscles under the fur for another few moments before finally giving her the intimacy she was begging for by cradling the bulge of her puffy lips between his thumb and forefinger. He gave her a gentle squeeze and tug, his digits barely able to keep friction against the slick flesh. When his grip popped off, her clit flared again, giving him the clearest view of it he'd seen yet. \n\n\tThe gryphoness's clit really was a stallion's glans. Unflared it was a cute little nub with a rounded edge lined by little bumps and two bulbs that formed the head. But when it flared out, the ridge became considerably wider, more pronounced, and the majority of it emerged from between her lips like a blooming flower. Only it was the tip of a horse cock. It even had the pronounced, perfectly circular indentation around the ridge of the urethral opening. Which was where she kept leaking torrents of fluid all down his chest every time it flared up with pleasure.\n\n\tEzra didn't only take the time to enjoy that sensation, he actively rubbed her fluids into his fur by pressing his chest to her thighs and grinding against her. This not only forced her fluids to soak into him, it also ensure that none of the resulting splatters were lost by landing in the grass. The scent was strong and he wanted it to so fully enshroud him that he could taste it, so he was doing all he could to make sure it all found its way into and on him.\n\n\tAll the while he was coating himself with her fluids he was keeping his lips pressed tight to her plump tail hole and his hands tracing up and down either side of her vulva, massaging her length and occasionally stopping to squeeze and rub her clit. \n\n\tShe was responding even better to this, as she started stomping and clawing at the ground with her hind paws, clenching and relaxing her pelvic muscles to make her lips twitch and throb. Her clit continued to flare not just intermittently but persistently, its engorged mass remaining fully swollen and poking out from between her lips as long as his hands remained in contact with her plump flesh.\n\n\tA small part of him wanted to speak to her, to give her encouraging words and call her a good girl. That's what he would do if he was with a beast in order to foster a better relationship with them. However, what little he knew about her personality told him that assuring sexy talk wasn't really her thing. She sucked at it and didn't seem to respond well to it so he avoided calling her a good girl. She didn't need to be told it, she knew she was great.\n\n\tThe more he worked her flesh by kneading it and caressing her lips, the less he noticed that he was starting to hum and moan right into her backside. Not just moan, but whimper a bit and yip at her in an almost feral courting ritual. The moment he noticed it, he tried to mask it by pulling away and diverting his focus a bit. \n\n\tUp to this point his mouth had been focusing on her rump and his hands were caressing her legs and lips. It was time to move on. Foreplay was nice and Ceylon had clearly hoped for it but too much foreplay eventually got boring. For her, anyway. Some of Ezra's partners would let him go down on them for hours, never once advancing to the main course. \n\n\tHe was more than happy with this. Bringing others pleasure was more important to him than his own. The delight that came with giving others pleasure was better than any orgasm, though he was gradually shifting that view now that he had a proper spade. Not that he wasn't focusing on others, just that he was more confident and willing to seek pleasure with the help of others. \n\n\tKnowing it was time to move on meant that he brought up both his hands to once again cradle either of her rump cheeks, his thumbs kneading the posterior end of her vulva. That was the part nearest her rump. He slipped both thumb tips into her and tried her best to pry her open, resisting the lubrication her inner walls had been coated with to keep what grip he could. Her slit parted to reveal a v-shaped patch of bright red, but she didn't open up for him. He was expecting her entire canal to open up the moment her lips were parted but that didn't happen.\n\n\tOf course it didn't. She was in heat. Her walls were going to be snug even when relaxed. Her flesh was swollen with desire, so puffy and pumped up that there was no way he'd open her up. Part of him was mildly disappointed at this – he did love a good gape – but the distraction was short-lived as he reminded himself what this meant. She would be snug as possible, able to grip anything.\n\n\tHe licked his chops, smearing his own saliva around his lips whole he did his best to keep her lips parted. The midday sun illuminated the glisten that coated her bright red inner walls, giving him a beacon of sorts to aim his snout. \n\n\tAll in one motion he leaned into her, forcing his muzzle between her pussy lips. The juicy, slick sensation of her plump walls sliding over his snout provided a bit more resistance than he was expecting considering just how soaked her depths were. The extra tender nature of her walls was making her even more snug than a spade would have been at full heat. \n\n\tThis certainly changed how he was going to proceed but it didn't stop him from leaning into her with all his weight, forcing his muzzle to ease and lurch in deeper with every wiggle of his head. The image of her lips slowly filling is view and eventually pressing right up against the crest between his eyes was delightful, evoking memories of the first time he'd been intimate with her. He even closed his eyes and imagined her flesh passing over him entirely once again, the sensation of her silky walls squeezing him acting as the perfect catalyst to this fantasy.\n\n\tIt didn't have to be just fantasy, of course. Because Ceylon pushed back into him and arched her back so that the angle was a lot better, practically sitting on him from that height. She was high on her tippy toes, stance wide and spine raised as high as it could go. \n\n\tSadly, Ezra wasn't quite ready for that. He wanted to feel that swollen flesh envelop him but he knew Ceylon had hoped for a bit more work form him before that was inevitably where he ended up. From what conversations they had he knew that Ceylon's all-encompassing kink was unbirthing. She loved doing it, not only because it fulfilled all of her other kinks at once, but because it was such a lovely thing to do to and for a friend.\n\n\tHe was that friend and he agreed. Still, he wasn't ready to finish so soon. He still had some things he wanted to try before offering himself to her. Which was where she was hinting this encounter would end up. No point in pretending otherwise, Ezra was destined to spend more time in gryphon womb before the day was out. \n\n\tAfter the past few days of having no intimate contact with anyone other than his own hand, it would be a lovely change of pace. He still needed to loosen her up a bit first, though. \n\n\tSo, rather than lean into her and use his head like a knot to punch in and out of her, he pulled out and slowly dragged his tongue all the way from the edge of her clit to the base of her tail hole, deliberately ensuring his flesh parted hers along the way. He waited for her shudder of delight and next flare of her clit to immediately bend down a bit so that her lips wrapped around the engorged clit.\n\n\tNot only did this get a chance to suck her flesh, it also meant the resulting spurt of her silken fluids got shot directly on his tongue, allowing him to sample the flavours briefly before gulping it down. Her fluids were so viscous that it stuck to his flesh, coating him from the ridges of his roof of his maw all the way to the back of his sinuses. The sweet, lightly floral flavours mixed with the earthy scents and drove him wild, drawing him to act with fewer inhibitions.\n\n\tEzra almost lost himself to the list as he slowly descended into a pheromone-fueled trance. He had a sudden burst of near aggression as he growled and snarled into her plump flesh, practically punching her slit with his fingertips all in a point to ease her open. He was not gentle. He wasn't violent but his rough pussy punch was definitely not measured and reserved.\n\n\tShe jumped a bit, her toes curling into the dirt as he buried his entire arm to the shoulder in a single motion. Her walls clenched around him, snugly constricting him enough to nearly push him out. Her flesh secreted more lubricant that soaked into his arm fur and seeped out, trickling down over her tender lips and landing on his chest. \n\n\tHe kept growling, baring his teeth in between licking her flesh and biting her haunches. He almost had to stop himself, worried he was being a bit too feral. This sort of aggression was very out of character for him as he did his best to be a tender, caring lover. A generous partner. But this was different; the combination of sensations, scents, sounds, images, and flavours worked against him and at least temporarily brought out the feral side of him. He maintained just enough of his natural lucidity to internally reassure himself that if Ceylon wasn't enjoying it she would have made it clear.\n\n\tWhich was how he found himself going wild on Ceylon's pussy. He balled his fist up inside and used the entire length of his arm to thrust in and out of her like a stallion would, stroking her flesh from vulva to cervix. The entire length of his arm, even with her pushing down and actively trying to make her womb descend to meet him, only just barely hit her cervix. Her walls collapsed and tensed up around him and against him, her anterior wall – that's the floor of her canal when on all fours – rose up to grind her inner clit against his forearm.\n\n\tIt was shocking to him just how much muscle control she had to match him. He was roughly punching her depths with all his might and weight, reveling in the juicy squelches that emanated from her depths and the resulting splatters of fluid that had soaked him from chin to groin. His free hand kept to his chest fur, smearing it and rubbing it in with a level of vigor he didn't think he had. \n\n\tThe feral lust that took over him was kind of nice. It was such a good stress release to just be his most carnal self without worrying about hurting someone or going over a limit. He knew his partners back with the rest of the group were all very communicative and durable but almost all of them were smaller than him and thus he felt almost like he had to be gentle with them.\n\n\tEzra did not have to be gentle with Ceylon. It was liberating to just be able to punch harder and punch deeper, tasking himself with seeing just how full of a thrust and how long he could keep up a steady pace of nearly pulling out and going as deep as he could.\n\n\tA steady flow of fluids escaped her, ensuring his arm remained soaked and well lubricated. He would not be drying up as long as he kept at her, so that's what he did. He didn't let up for even a second as he used the entirety of his weight and a wide stance for leverage, his whole body getting into the thrusting motions that gave her that fulfilling sensation. \n\n\tClearly she was into it as well, because the more he worked her flesh the easier it was for his limb to enter and exit her. She wasn't gaping but he was clearly tenderizing her to the point that her walls were no longer anywhere near as snug as when he started.\n\n\tSensing it was time to up the dial he pulled his one arm out and then slipped the other in, sure to soak it with the same fluids as the first one. All the way to the shoulder than back out, only to then swap and put the first fist back in. Back and forth, he punched her depths with alternating arms, the thrusts coming in a higher frequency to the point that one was still half in and on the way out when the second punched its way through her tender, swollen pussy lips.\n\n\tThe angle of both forearms inside her, spread her open with a bit of a gape every time, at once sucking in air and forcing it back out with a spattering of fluid that both projectile sprayed onto Ezra and oozed out over her lips. Every swell of her clitoral flare caught some of it and wedged it in between the crux of her vulva and the ridges of the flare only to then release it in a wave that Ezra paused periodically to lick up and swallow down.\n\n\tHe kept working her until he found himself with both arms as deep as they would go, the wedge of them spreading her open near his chest where his shoulders were wide apart. This meant that there was a perfect spot for his muzzle to fit in between his biceps. A lot more room than before.\n\n\tThis moment, as he contemplated diving in, he regained enough of his lucidity to mentally check in on her and make sure she wasn't sore or uncomfortable. \n\n\tShe wasn't. Not only was she not showing any signs of discomfort, but her beak was gaping and she was gasping with ragged breaths, a deep trill and purr escaping her with every exhalation. She was grinning back at him, her entire body shaking with tremors of delight while she waited for him to continue. After a brief moment of hesitation, she clenched her loins, collapsing her walls around his arms and nearly forcing him out before relaxing again and inviting him in.\n\n\tIt was time. He knew it. She knew it. So he wasn't going to bother trying to hold off. She was so tender and soaked that he wasn't going to risk missing out on it.\n\n\tHe leaned into her with all his weight, snout nestled in between his biceps as her taut pussy lips stretched and dilated to slide up his arms. Her flesh enveloped him as her muscles relaxed and her stance widened, ensuring that nothing got in the way of her walls passing over his head. \n\n\tWith a very distinct lurch, her vulva passed over the bulge of his skull and shoulders at the same time, the following pelvic clench actually sucking him in as her lips wrapped around his midsection and spat more fluids down his front. His hands finally found their way to her impossibly dilated cervix, where he was able to reach into her womb and try to pull himself in deeper. \n\n\tShe arched her back and sat down on him, forcing him onto his knees while her throbbing walls slid down his entire form, those black lips making their way over his torso to eventually wrap around his hips. All at once she clenched the muscles near her opening to hold him in place while also pushing down with her deeper abdominal muscles, forcing her womb to descend and her cervix to pass over his shoulders and head, nearly swallowing him up on a deeper level. \n\n\tExcept this actually created a bit of a problem that neither of them had anticipated.\n\n\tRight as her vulva came to rest over his hips while he was in the kneeling position and her pelvic muscles contracted to have her womb reach out to grab him, her clit also flared out. And as luck would have it, Ezra was at full mast, his cock fully out of his sheath at the same time. \n\n\tBy some miracle – or perhaps it was Ceylon manipulating the situation to make it happen – Ezra's cock tip actually found its way to Ceylon's clit, the narrow, tapered end of it guided perfectly into the gryphon's urethra. That equine-styled urethra that was right where it would have been on her clit-flare and had been spurting all the fluid all over him. As she sat on him, applying most of her weight onto his kneeling form and her vaginal canal slowly swallowing him up, her urethra likewise slid over the bulge of his cock and eventually wrapped around his unformed knot to grip him tightly.\n\n\tThe tightness of it mixed with the fact that Ceylon's clit continued to flare and throb and pulsate around him quite quickly ensured that his knot swelled to full girth inside her, effectively tying himself to her urethral passage. Not only was this the extra tightness that was a lovely treat from time to time, but it became quickly clear that since it was Ceylon's clit, it was also immensely sensitive.\n\n\tHis knot locked tight inside her, triggering some of the most aggressively intense pleasure Ceylon had felt since trying out this new form. Ezra knew this because their shared body contact and the direct application of her intimate flesh against his created a temporary but intense psychic link between them. Not enough to read each other's minds or control one another but enough that concepts and ideas and feelings were passed between them. Through this, Ezra knew and almost felt exactly how special this was to her in spite of her many years with virtually limitless creativity.\n\n\tThe added feeling of giving her that sort of pleasure mixed with the sensation of having the flared clit snug around the base of his knot ensured he had no choice but to growl into her depths and buck his hips, his climax quickly erupting into her, depositing his own seed into her to mix with her fluids. It was too much, a pleasure so intense he actually had to lower his arms so that they were down at his sides instead of extended ahead of him. This kept him from slipping into her womb and the grinding of his elbows sliding down her wall and grinding against her inner clit – also known as the g-spot – made her entire body quiver and pulsate around him. \n\n\tCeylon not only felt the bliss of orgasm overtake her, but the continually applied pressure stretching her clit and pussy in equal measure meant that she started erratically grinding on him. Her pussy lips clenched around his waist while her urethral flare squeezed against the base of his knot and tugged his member from its sheath. \n\n\tBoth of them shared the pleasure of the other, able to have the base sensations transferred between them; Ezra felt the stretch that Ceylon felt both vaginally and through the urethra, and Ceylon was able to share the sensation of being snug in a cocoon of pulsating flesh from head to waist. She couldn't help but grind, gyrate, and bounce on Ezra in his kneeling position, doing her best to ride him like a dildo. Except there were some complications. \n\n\tMore than anything else, his cock in her urethra, knotted against the flare and pressing out against the clitoral tissue, was acting as a sort of hook or anchor. She was trying to have her pussy lips extend over his waist to swallow him up so that she could deposit him in the womb where he belonged but the angle of his member from his sheath put a stop to that. His upper body was in her vaginal canal with his snout nestled in her cervix, but he couldn't possibly go deeper because his knot was tied to her clitoral flare.\n\n\tThe combination of pleasure and sensations that they shared ensured that both of them were kept on the precipice of orgasmic eruption. He felt stuffed and smothered in equal measure while she felt every bulge and bit of pressure from him both inside and out. The resulting, persistent climax had her every abdominal muscle clench at once, squeezing against him in an attempt to force him out. \n\n\tHer vaginal walls constricted his entire upper body, caressing his body while both trying to pull him in and push him out at the same time. This just meant that his elbows and arms were grinding against her engorged inner clit, further making it difficult for her to keep control. \n\n\tIt was too much. Even for Ceylon. The gryphoness usually had complete control over situations and in that moment even Ezra could feel the loss of control and the mild frustration she felt over it. The pleasure was intense but it was mildly doused by the fact that she'd somehow found herself in a situation she'd never been in before. \n\n\tAn all-encompassing contraction coursed through her body, forcing Ezra out of her pussy as her womb descended, ensuring there was no room in her compressed vaginal canal. He doubled over, knot still tied to her urethra as he was ejected fully from the depths of her pussy. This left him laying on his back with her sitting on his lap, his legs shifting around underneath him so that he was splayed out.\n\n\tShe was weirdly lost in her pleasure as well, as she quickly started crawling away from him, belly to the ground on all fours while she dragged her hips along the ground. Except his tie to her urethra was so tight she actually started dragging him along with her. This intense, added pressure only served to amplify the sensations within her as his knot lobes tugged on the inside of her clitoral flare.\n\n\tAgain, it was entirely too much for her. Somehow she managed to create a body part that had the combined sensitivity of a vaginal canal, urethral passage, swollen clit, and flared horse cock all at once. The pressure of it and the texture of Ezra's cock inside her was making her go feral temporarily losing control of herself as she dragged him across the open field by his cock.\n\n\tEzra was still feeling the effects of being so close to her womb so he was only partially conscious – the unbirthing process slowed one's perceptions and put them in a dream-like state – so he sort of half woke to being dragged around and immediately panicked, trying to turn so they were rump to rump; being tugged while in that position was the best and really hit the right buttons.\n\n\tCeylon was able to regain her self control thanks to Ezra but they were still stuck together. She was panting and heaving and trilling at him while he was growling and whimpering. He was on his feet and bent over while she was squatting down, the difference in their size ensuring that they couldn't quite balance things out. \n\n\tLuckily, Ceylon's mind was returning to her and she had a solution. No words were exchanged between them as her tail cradled Ezra by the belly and chest, lifting him up as she rolled over on her back. This was to make it so that both her rump and his were laying on the ground and hopefully that would minimize the effects of their size difference. \n\n\tIt didn't quite work. Ceylon was still so much bigger than Ezra that he had to hoist himself up on his feet to keep his knot from tugging too much on Ceylon's urethral opening. He loved the pressure but that much weight tugging and pulling and dragging eventually made him feel like it was about to be ripped off. It kept him at a perpetual, never-ending climax that constantly milked him for every drop of cum he had to offer, but he needed to alleviate it.\n\n\tExcept fate had it out for him. As he brought his feet up to use the base of Ceylon's tail for leverage, he couldn't help but use his toes to play with the edge of her lips, plucking her flesh and sliding up and down her slit. And if this wasn't enough, his kinky side took over and he actually gently eased his foot into her, wiggling his toes between her inner folds, rolling the fluid she secreted between his digits. \n\n\tCeylon stopped to stare at him. He stared back, both of them raised their eyebrows, then nodded in agreement. They knew what they had to do.\n\n\tEzra slowly extended his leg, forcing it into her one bit at a time. The positioning was awkward because he had to do it all while his knot was still swollen inside her urethra and held in place by her clitoral flare, but he could do it. Luckily her depths were quite malleable so her flesh was able to distend and dilate pretty far to the side, slowly swallowing up his leg past the knee and up the thigh. \n\n\tIt didn't take long before he felt his toes kneading her dilated cervix while her vulva were once again wrapped around his hip. Only one hip for now. Only one of his legs were lost inside her.\n\n\tSo he contorted his body as best he could, angling himself so that his other foot was able to slide in next to his thigh and descent through her depths. Ceylon had to reach down and help guide him and apply a bit more pressure but working together they were able to have both of his legs buried all the way to the waist inside her. \n\n\tThey both knew his knot, which was still lodged in her urethra, would be stopping him from descending any deeper. Understanding this, Ezra started cycling his legs, kneeing her inner clit to build up pressure within her. \n\n\tIn response she threw her head back and brought a front talon down to start stroking the bulge of her clitoral flare, squeezing where his knot was tied inside her as she did all she could to caress him with the entirety of her vaginal passage. She clenched, she pushed, she relaxed so that her insides opened up and almost sucked him up, but it was the grinding of his knees along her anterior wall that solved the problem of his knot anchoring himself inside her. \n\n\tGrinding against her inner clit built up pressure within her as the spongy tissue was secreting fluids alongside her urethra. Fluids that only had one way to escape her and that one way was currently completely blocked by Ezra's knot. \n\n\tThe building pressure inflated her passage, sloshing around Ezra's cock and knot until it eventually, forcefully popped it out with a torrent of fluid so intense it was like a literal bucket of her arousal was dumped right on his head and chest, soaking him. \n\n\tHe tried to cry out in orgasmic delight but the fluid cascaded down his throat and made him cough and hack a bit, distracting him. He tried to lean over and let it drain out of him but he could tell it was that same fluid that inundated his lungs the last time Ceylon unbirthed him. He could tell because it was making him feel drowsy, the world around him slowly spinning and growing increasingly dreamlike. He could still see Ceylon and the grasses around them but none of it felt real. He rubbed his paws into his chest to explore the fluid there but his arms grew increasingly weak with each motion.\n\n\tThe snug sensation of being tucked up into a fleshy passage slowly enveloped him as Ceylon's pussy literally sucked him up. Her walls clenched and pulsated in waves, her womb hungry for his body. He felt the tightness of her cervix pass its way up his legs and eventually wrap around his waist as her vaginal canal practically reached out to swallow him one bit at a time. Her lips were like the maw of a snake, relaxing to extend and then clamping around him to tug him in deeper. \n\n\tUp his body her flesh slid, wrapping around his arms to cradle him while her womb opened up and encouraged him to get comfortable. It wasn't as snug past her cervix but it was more cozy. \n\n\tThe tunnel of flesh that slowly devoured him from foot to chest eventually extended up beyond his neck, the plump lips acting like a pillow for a moment before sliding their way up his cheeks and wrapping around his snout. For a brief moment this left him with only his muzzle sticking out of her while she got comfortable on her side. Deep within her, he felt her cervix ascend up his body to wrap around his belly, grinding past his still-erect cock along the way. \n\n\tHe stuck his tongue out as he found the comfort of resting his cheek on the inside of her plump lip the comfiest, coziest sensation he'd ever felt. It really was like he'd fallen asleep in bed only the sheets were gryphon flesh and her vulva was his pillow. Like a puppy finding comfort for the first time.\n\n\tWith one final gulping sensation, her lips sealed up beyond his snout and clenched inward, making his entire body shift deeper and deeper through her tender, rippled walls. The churning of her nearby organs and the secretions of her fluid were a minor distraction as he sunk into her depths, eventually floating in her womb with her cervix sealing up after him. \n\n\tInside, or more specifically in her womb, he felt like he was suspended in fluid, not wrapped in flesh. Passing through her birth canal he felt every ripple of flesh slide over him, ever muscular contraction, every throbbing pulsation of pleasure. But in her womb, he felt weightless. No texture consumed him yet he felt contact all over. \n\n\tIt was like a dream. A dream where he felt both snug and stuffed at the same time. The psychic link between he and Ceylon was stronger than before, so he felt the sensation of having a belly bulge while also feeling the warmth and comfort of floating in her womb.\n\n\tHis dreams were ethereal and confusing at first, but that quickly changed as his perspective shifted and he started experiencing a twisted, hallucinogenic version of what Ceylon did now that he was completely lost inside her. It was like playing a video game in third person, only he could sense and feel everything that happened to her. \n\n\tShe was not done seeking pleasure even with Ezra fully inside her, bulging her belly. Ezra felt her desire and the stream of orgasms he'd given only super-charged her estrus needs. She demanded more. It was time for her to take the climax she so desired.\n\n\tAnd Ezra was not only happy for her to be so satisfied thanks to him but delighted that he got to feel it from her perspective. The day had only just begun.\n\n\t=====--=--=====\n\n\tWhile still huffing and panting with delight, Ceylon got to all fours and did her best to keep her head up as her nethers tingled. She had to keep her tail up in an arch over her backside just to ensure nothing touched her lips for fear of having another wave of pleasure rock her body and potentially force Ezra out. She knew that Ezra could sense and feel everything she was doing so she internally let him know that she wasn't done with him and that she'd do her best to make sure he felt satisfied\n\n\tOnce she'd regained her composure she stood up tall and fluffed out her feathers. She was about to kick off to take flight but saw Ezra's belongings in a pile nearby. She chose to instead let her tail maw pluck them up and swallow them one by one, keeping them contained within the tunnel within her tail rather than deposit it in her womb alongside Ezra. She had two cervixes, one to her vaginal canal and one to her tail. Both led to her womb.\n\n\tEzra's belongings came to rest comfortably within the base of her tail so she started at a trot before picking up speed into a gallop and leaping high in the air, wings spread to catch the thermals. She flapped her wings hard until she was high over the trees and veered towards the crater that housed The Ranch, her destination. \n\n\tHis perception of Ceylon's actions were somewhat hallucinogenic, not really beholden to reality. Like a dream. He heard no words, and most imaged were conveyed as ideas, not illustrations.\n\n\tSo when Ceylon did a sweep around The Ranch and landed in the middle next to Ilorek, Ezra could see that they were talking but could not make out the words. All he could hear was the fleshy churns of nearly organs and the beating of her heart throbbing against the side of his womb. Her womb, but for Ezra it felt like it was meant for him.\n\n\tCeylon and Ilorek chatted a bit, with Ceylon seemingly explaining the situation. Ilorek looked happy for her and guided her towards one of the nearby pastures. However, as Ceylon took the lead and Ilorek trailed behind, the hippogryph that owned The Ranch reached into Ceylon's tail like he was delivering a calf and pulled out Ezra's stuff for safe keeping. \n\n\tWith a thankful wave of her wing, Ceylon parted ways with Ilorek and went straight for the equine pasture. She knew what she was looking for and wasted no time seeking it out. \n\n\tThere was this exceptionally well endowed hippogryph shifter named Oceris that Ceylon had grown fond of. He was a gender and species shifter, regularly swapping all sorts of parts and styles, being mare or stallion, equine or avian or any blend in between. Ceylon was very good at getting him to be a stallion when she needed a proper mounting. That was who she was looking at.\n\n\tShe saw him standing tall above the rest of the herd. His golden tipped, black-accented coat was unmistakable and his long, flowing pinions that dangled down either side of his tail were majestic. But those weren't the features Ceylon was looking for. Most notably, the stallion was equipped with a cock that was like twenty five centimeters in diameter. Absolutely massive, as wide as some people's thighs. \n\n\tEzra had met this hippogryph shifter before. Their parts actually tended to adjust to whatever his partner wanted; if Ceylon was expecting something that thick in diameter, that's what she wanted. And if her depths were malleable to gulp down Ezra it would take a cock that size.\n\n\tCeylon happily approached Oceris and flirted with him, lifting tail and presenting to him, nipping him on the shoulder, and playfully buck-kicking him when he got too close to make him work for it. Ezra felt her every motion but his dream-addled brain barely registered it.\n\n\tOf course it didn't take too long for Oceris to drop from his sheath and start leaking and spraying webs of stallion seed all over the place. His display made the other mares in the pasture all want him, too, so Ceylon had to chase them off so she could have the stud all to herself.\n\n\tOnce it was just the pair of them in an open circle surrounded by other stallions and mares, Oceris mounted without hesitation. His massive, almost comically thick cock found Ceylon's lips with ease but he really had to work to force his blunt tip into her. The first few thrusts his cock actually bent a bit and he had to adjust until he found the right angle. Once he did, however, his full-bodied thrusts forced his cock to plow into Ceylon nearly sheath deep, his massive balls slapping against her thighs.\n\n\tShe put her head down to focus on the pleasure as Oceris thrust into her with all his might. The girth of his cock forced her open, her flesh dilating to accommodate him even as his flare popped through her cervix to join Ezra in her womb.\n\n\tThe pressure of that quickly brought the stud to climax, his flare wider than a dinner plate to plug up her womb and pump in stallion seed like it was a hose. The creamy, musky mess swirled around inside Ceylon's womb, making Ezra float even more. \n\n\tStallions – not even hippogryphs – last all too long. So even though his gentle barbs around the rim of his flare caught and tugged Ceylon's cervix, his cock softened up pretty quickly and it sucked out of her, taking some of his seed with him before her womb sealed back up with most of his load still inside.\n\n\tTemporarily satisfied, Ceylon crawled out from under him, letting a goopy mess of hippogryph essence seep out of her and created a trail of puddles in the pasture behind her. She flared her own clit, then slowly made it transform back to a more traditional mare clit. She knew Ezra would love it but assumed other stallions might find it odd. \n\n\tShe was literally leaking mess all over, a mix of stallion seed and her own slimy concoction. A web of lubricant and semen trailed behind her while she sought her next partner. \n\n\tShe visited the wolf paddock next, playfully flirting with and eventually challenging all the males until she managed to find the best and strongest one to mate with her. Once he won the privilege she lifted tail to him and he mounted with the same level of enthusiasm that Oceris had offered her.\n\n\tThe knot did not stay in very long. Even though it did temporarily plug her up as he deposited canine seed to mix with the thicker equine cum, Ceylon's walls were already battered and ruined. She couldn't keep anything in. Plus she wanted to visit others.\n\n\tOnce she was done there, she headed back towards the Dragon and Gryphon paddocks. Ironically, she ignored the gryphon aerie since she really only liked being with other gryphons when she was the size of a cat or dog. Their knots were heavenly but feline-hybrids weren't exceptionally well endowed and she really wanted to feel ruined. So she went with a dragon instead! \n\n\tNaturally, she once again sought out the biggest and most aggressive looking one to present to. It was a terra dragon. No wings, but exceptionally thick in every way. No knot but a series of ridges that could really catch on her insides and pull them out if she felt so inclined.\n\n\tShe got down on her chest with her rump in the air, inviting the dragon to have his way with her. Which he did, of course. He was exceptionally heavy which added to the sensation. When he wrapped his front legs around her waist, he actually squeezed Ezra inside her, nearly forcing him to slip out her second cervix through the tail.\n\n\tThe dragon lasted longer than the stallion but not as long as the wolf. He slipped his tapered tip into her and his ridges all swelled inside her, ensuring that every thrust felt like a dozen all at once. No knot but his cock was thicker at the base so Ceylon pushed back to ensure she took as much of him as she could. And much like the others, his tip peeked into her womb and deposited more seed into her womb to add to the concoction swirling around Ezra.\n\n\tWhen he pulled out, he actually sucked a bunch of the seed out with him – that's what the ridges were for – while replacing with with liters of his own. Ceylon almost felt her womb descend and her pussy come out but she managed to keep it inside with expert pelvic control.\n\n\tUpon finishing with the terra dragon, she slipped out of the dragon paddock and then went to her final destination. The Ulokar pasture. \n\n\tUlokar were an interesting hybrid of dragon and canine, with elements from both bred into a perfect mount. They were considered expert-level steeds, as they were more territorial and aggressive; if you could foster loyalty with one nothing else compared. But doing so was a challenge. \n\n\tCeylon had a sinister plot to get as much ulokarian seed in her as she possibly could. Upon entering the pasture she started teasing all the males, flagging for them and letting her mess make webs behind her. The moment any of them got close to her she stopped and insisted they mount. One would leap up on her and bite down on her neck and shoulder only to be tackled and pulled away, their cock already half inside her, by another and more dominant ulokar.\n\n\tOne after another they tried taking turns, mounting in between scraps. Each of them bit down on her and clawed her up and barely managed to enter before another came and took its place. There was quite a tournament of suitors vying for her fertile womb but eventually the largest won the fight and went to mount her only to see that another had beaten him there.\n\n\tA smaller, more enterprising ulokar that was a fraction of his size and about the size of a small dog compared to Ceylon's larger frame, had managed to not only enter Ceylon but successfully knot her, his lobes locking him in place as his extending, ridged length thrust inside her. Each one of his cock extensions poked through her cervix to spurt a tiny bust of ulokarian seed in with the rest of the concoction.\n\n\tThis didn't stop the larger one, who simply mounted on top of Ceylon and the smaller one. He bit down hard on Ceylon's neck to hold her in place while he bucked and thrust, his extending cock prodding her pussy and wedging in between her clit and the other ulokar cock inside her. He had enough force and Ceylon was malleable enough that he was able to force his entire length inside her, knotting right next to the first one while also ensuring that the smaller ulokar no longer got to deposit seed in her womb since the larger one's cock was longer and more effectively plugged the cervix.\n\n\tThe roughness of it all eventually tired Ceylon out, so when the ulokar finally pulled out nearly an hour later, she was effectively left gaping and drooling from both ends. She was spent and could only crawl her way, cunt leaking with every step, back to the main barn where Ilorek had stashed Ezra's clothes. \n\n\tFinally done and satisfied, Ceylon flopped down in one of the stalls with the bedding made of hay and straw, the last of her energy focused on contractions that eventually led to Ezra lurching out of her with a gush of womb fluid and the seed of four other beasts. \n\n\tIn spite of it all he was still mostly asleep, barely able to comprehend the world around him. And with the psychic link between he and Ceylon finally broken, he had no hallucinogenic dreams to cling to. \n\n\tSadly ever so slightly chilly from no longer being in Ceylon's womb, he subconsciously grabbed her tail to wrap around him like a blanket or scarf. He barely even noticed but it swallowed him up feet first, deliberately keeping his head resting just beyond its jaws so he was essentially wrapped up in Ceylon's tail like it was a sleeping bag. \n\n\tCeylon pulled her tail up towards her belly, cradling it as the big spoon, beak pressed to the back of Ezra's head and neck. She lowered a wing over her tail to keep it extra warm and finally, with the psychic link once again connected, they both fell into slumber until the following morning.\n\n\tIt was always pleasant to be reminded that Ceylon was almost possessed by her estrus. It turned her into a feral beast. One Ezra was happily eager to service any time. She knew it. He knew it. And it was only a matter of time before their paths crossed once more.\n\n\tMaybe earlier than either of them would expect. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Art - :iconOwligatorStudios:
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In this story, Ezra reunites with Ceylon a month after being transformed, where he gets to indulge himself with Ceylon with virtually no limits. I also apparently added a new kink to my repetoire, so that's nice!

Enjoy!

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Estrus Possession

\tLife had taken a drastic turn for the better for Ezra ever since Ceylon visited his university. At that time he was a journalist and reporter working for the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic, so when he got an opportunity to have a one-on-one interview with the gryphon, their discussion led to him being certain that she was more than what she claimed to be. Ceylon wasn't just the CEO of NoThEn Labs and a founder of the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic but an immortal mage that had been influencing Dalon for more than a Millennium.

\tSome cultures worshiped Ceylon and the other eleven immortals as gods. They were the crux of almost every religion in the world's documented history. And Ezra was able to piece this together by studying texts, cross-referencing data, and doing some investigation on his own. So when he revealed this conspiracy theory to Ceylon, the gryphoness didn't deny it. On the contrary, Ceylon was impressed with Ezra and offered a wish to him in exchange for not divulging this information.

\tTo be clear, Ezra was mostly keeping this theory to himself. He knew how conspiratorial it sounded regardless of the strength of the evidence. He was a real reporter and a respected journalist, he wasn't going to risk his livelihood and reputation on something he couldn't prove and sounded like historical fiction more than reality. World history excited him but he was self-aware enough to know better than to share his findings with others. This was something he did for himself.

\tEven with confirmation from Ceylon, he wasn't entirely convinced of its authenticity until the following weekend, where he attended a barbecue outside of town that was staffed by the other eleven immortals and a handful of regular people who had similarly uncovered the truth of them. That wasn't enough on its own either. Anyone could claim to be immortal and convince a cult to believe them. Well, not anyone; someone with enough charisma could do it, though. Ceylon had charisma to spare.

\tNo, the final step in validating Ezra was when he actually got his wish. No strings attached. No nonsense. No tricks. Ceylon took Ezra into her womb, fundamentally transformed him into a properly functional hermaphrodite, and rebirthed him anew, all while psychically sharing what information was needed to verify the claims. This level of magic, the mastery she displayed in doing so was far beyond what Ezra had ever seen or heard of outside of ancient mythology.

\tTransformation magic was incredibly uncommon and even at its best all it could do was offer a temporary, cosmetic change to a person's body. Physical magic – Telekinesis by another name – required a level of strength that was virtually impossible for anyone to do beyond what their actual body could actually lift. And psychic abilities were so intangible and volatile that even verified, proven psychics had to rely on interpreting images and feelings to properly converse telepathically.

\tCeylon managed to do all three of those magics with ease. At the same time. While carrying on a conversation with Ezra during the whole ordeal. Even if she wasn't an immortal Diety, she had the strength to match one and that was good enough to convince Ezra of her authenticity.

\tFor years he just had a pet theory about Ceylon and the other eleven immortals. One he mostly kept to himself as a fun little thing he chose to believe as a treat. He actually thought Ceylon would find it amusing upon hearing the theory, not prove it correct and then reward him for figuring it out.

\tSince then he seemed to have been invited into a pretty exclusive club of individuals who not only also figured out that certain bits of legend and mythology were indeed historical fact but had also been granted a form of reincarnation. A handful of friends, allies, and other historical figures were put in a form of crystal stasis, reverted back to infancy, and given new life in cycles so that these immortal individuals could keep friends around while also meeting them anew.

\tEzra was one of them. Though he had yet to recall any of his supposed past lives. His girlfriend Afearnia and the polycule she and now Ezra was a part of were all reborn at multiple times. They assured Ezra he'd get his memories back eventually but it could take years.

\tSo now he was living his life with a vastly altered perspective. Not only were the Gods of Old all real, they had befriended him and valued his presence enough to keep him alive across generations. That felt pretty damn good. It also made him feel invincible. Knowing he'd somehow survived dozens of lives in the past made him fearless in his day to day lives. Understanding he was part of a secret group of immortals gave him confidence he'd never had before.

\tBut above all else, feeling loved kept his spirit high. For most of his modern life Ezra felt like an outcast, barely managing at the edge of society in his own little bubble. He'd dated but it always felt a little off for him. Like he wasn't living his true life. Part of that ended up the reality that he lived most of his life in a purely male body while feeling like he was better suited as nonbinary with both sets of genitals. Much like his theories about Ceylon and the other immortals he kept this to himself, indulging in expensive potions to temporarily give himself that feeling before it wore off and his spade vanished.

\tThis cycle of temporarily living authentically and having it stripped away coupled with his general lack of feeling like he belonged made him pretty reclusive outside of his journalism. So once Ceylon unbirthed him and rebirthed him – the only way to ensure a transformation would remain permanent and functional – his life turned around. He met others like him, he felt like he belonged, and above all else he was living in a body that felt right.

\tHe met Afearnia first. She was a canine with a punk personality that was also dating about a half dozen others in a polycule. Through chance and circumstance, Ezra also met Vvilfred the stallion, Kentanni and Wrasir the pygmy hippogryphs, Therris the kirin, and Fidget the bunny-doe, all of which were part of this group. Him being welcomed to the group of demi-immortals basically meant he was fair game. And, as it turned out, they had all been linked in some way or another in a web of connections spread across their past lives.

\tSo it made perfect sense that they'd reconnect, even if he was still a relative outsider this time around. Afearnia was his link to the rest of the group, as she was the one he met first and the one that first picked up on that recurrent spark.

\tEzra and Afearnia were primaries in a manner of speaking, but Ezra had quickly come to grow equally fond of every other member of the polycule as well. So even though he and Afearnia had the strongest bond, he was comfortable going on dates with any of the others in any pairings or groups.

\tIn spite of being enthusiastically welcomed to their poly group, he chose to not move in with them. Not yet, anyway. He had his own place and he really loved his personal space. They all respected that and were just happy he was comfortable as himself again.

\tIt helped that his new, fresh genitals were eternally hungry and he felt like he had a lifetime's worth of sex to catch up on. He loved letting Wrasir, Therris, and Vvilfred cum in him. He loved playing with Shiazo the floral golem that served as the house's literal spirit. He'd even bend over for Styreks the laurossin, the dragon-raptor house pet. He was insatiable both in and out of heat. And he was happy to share with the women of the group, too, since he could so easily relate to them now.

\tEzra fit well into their polycule and experiencing love without jealousy was almost as much of a transformative experience as the literal gender transformation he'd experienced in the womb of Ceylon. It was such a unique and validating experience to have people he could open himself to while also knowing that he wouldn't be letting anyone down if he wasn't in a specific mood. If he was in the mood, he had guilt-free options. If he wasn't in the mood they had options.

\tWhen it all came down to it, being in such an open and respectful polycule was superior to the traditional monogamous, one-on-one relationship. For him, anyway. After being so comfortable in that web of relationships he couldn't even fathom being involved in any other way.

\tAnd yet despite how ideal it was, he found himself alone for the first time in months. Nobody had abandoned him or rejected him, but schedules seemed to conspire and nobody had been available for any sort of companionship for days. Kentanni and Wrasir were traveling, Vvilfred had a work project that was keeping him busy day and night, Therris and Foxifly were enjoying some sort of family issue overseas, and Afearnia was on a week-long tour with her band. Even Fidget ended up with a lucrative offer to deliver some very special potions the day she was planning on meeting up with him.

\tThis was fine. He wasn't entitled to anyone's time and it wasn't like anyone was ignoring him. Just happened to work out that everyone was out this weekend.

\tHe could have stayed at their house to take care of Shiazo and Styreks but he felt awkward being in someone else's house without them there. He was part of their polycule and a welcome member of the house – Shiazo even grew a room for him, as the plant golem could manipulate wood and other plant matter and had 'grown' the entire home – but he rarely used it. Instead he often either slept with others or had them visit at his place and share his bed. If he was sleeping alone it was in his own house.

\tFor the first time in more than a month he was not in the company of any of his closest friends. He felt lonely but it wasn't unbearable. So he was out walking the trails, casually enjoying some meat snacks while casually thinking about maybe heading north to The Ranch to see if he could spend some time there with Ilorek or Valencia. Two of the eleven immortals.

\tHe also considered meeting up with Rex, a tiger that worked on The Ranch. They'd met for the first time that weekend Ceylon gave Ezra new life and they'd occasionally spent time together since then. The tiger was a ranch hand, managing all the beasts that Ilorek cared for.

\tThe Ranch was a rather interesting place. It was also known as a beast brothel that also made porn and sold it online. Its function meant that it got some criticism and drama thrown its way. All of this would be reasonable except that Valencia was a registered, proven psychic who was able to verify consent between their performers, thus eliminating the one barrier to that sort of thing.

\tSo, knowing that he was casually linked to that place, he visited from time to time. He was pretty horny again, as his cycle had begun anew for the first time since Ceylon transformed him, so he was going to visit The Ranch and see about getting stuffed with knots or flares or whatever.

\tHe was just making his way along the shoulder of the rural road that led to The Ranch when a shadow passed over him. He glanced up to see a rather large gryphon silhouette shooting by. This wasn't uncommon, there were dragons and gryphons and other fliers that flew pretty often. And the fact that the silhouette was blacked out by the sun behind it meant that Ezra couldn't make out any features.

\tGiven his divine luck since being reintroduced to the demi-immortals it was pretty obvious who it was stalking him. But in spite of his history he didn't figure out what was going on and carried on walking down the shoulder of the rural road. He could see ahead of him the volcano-looking mountain that The Ranch actually resided within. Like a crater, with the plateau high above the rest of the world and surrounded on all sides by steep cliffs and ragged slopes.

\tWhat he couldnt see was the gryphon in the sky anymore. He glanced up but saw nothing. Just clear, blue skies.

\tThat was, until he got air-tackled from behind. The gryphon had swept down and struck him with so much force he was taken off his feet and knocked into the air. Only, instead of being tosed like a rag doll he had a pair of powerful black talons wrapped around his waist and his head was muffled in thick neck plumage that was a lovely blend of black, white, and golden brown.

\tHad he been in the right state of mind he would have figured it out sooner but he was pounced from behind, ambushed in all senses of the word. He was tossed around and disoriented with feathers and fur whipping around him as his equilibrium was thrown off balance.

\tEzra was carried higher and higher off the ground until he had to have been a hundred meters up or more when he finally gained enough of his composure to be able to take in the world around him. He mostly was stuck looking at the ground and sky, with a big fluff of plumage blocking most of his view. Once he managed to pull away a bit and get a better perspective he could see that it was in fact Ceylon who had ambushed him! The white base, the black markings, the golden brown highlights. It was definitely Ceylon!

\tHe immediately cheered up, his expression brightening as he wrapped his arms around the gryphon's neck, immediately losing himself in the inflated plumage.

\tOnce he had some semblance of control again and Ceylon saw he was lucid enough, The gryphon helped Ezra to climb upon her back while still flying high above the fields. The flapping of her wings nearly made Ezra lose his grip and fall but he was able to find his place with his rump on the small of her back with his tail between her wings and his legs cradled by her talons. He pressed his chest to her back and enjoyed the flight as best he could while the wind whipped in his fur and her feathers. All he could say to her in the moment was a muffled shout of, “It's been a while, eh?”

\tCeylon flicked her ear and glanced back at him with a beaky gaped grin and a nod. There wasn't going to be much going on in terms of conversation with the wind blasting them and her wings beating loudly. It wasn't until Ceylon was high enough and soaring effortlessly over thermals – warm upward pillars of air that reflected off rocks and other terrain that buoyed winged folks and animals – that they could share words.

\t“Sorry for dropping in on you like that!” Ceylon apologized. Even though the turbulence of her wings had completely died down, the wind was still interfering with her voice.

\tEzra leaned down so she was closer and better equipped to both speak and listen. “Yeah, I had no idea you were in town. You could have called me!”

\t“Where's the fun in that?” Ceylon joked. “But in all seriousness this was kind of impromptu.”

\t“I still have a phone.” Ezra countered.

\t“I know but this is a lot more fun! Honestly I was heading to The Ranch to take care of myself but I think you'll be more fun!” She flapped a few times to gain altitude and then banked hard, diving towards the open fields well beyond the foothills of the volcanic crater that housed The Ranch. She finally came to land in an open meadow that was so vast that the treeline and the cliffs that emerged from above them could barely be seen over the horizon.

\tCeylon daintily hopped along all fours to slow momentum before finally coming to a full stop. She lowered her front half and let Ezra climb off her.

\t“So, uh, what's this all about?” Ezra suddenly got a sense of concern. Like his dream was being taken or that the transformation would need to be reversed. He'd taken a full month to finally let go of most of his insecurities; he had spent most of his life convincing himself he didn't deserve it or that any joy he had would be short-lived, something that got turned around when he had transformation therapy.

\t“Oh, not that.” Ceylon assured him. She still had that natural ability to read others beyond surface level and must have immediately known that Ezra was worried about this gift being taken. “I Was in town, my heat hit, and I could really use some fun. Like I said I was on my way to The Ranch to see about getting that taken care of when I saw your leggy butt.” She actually licked her lips while stepping up to him.

\tEzra was a tall fellow, over two meters tall himself, but Ceylon still stood a full head taller than him. And she was in her quadruped form, so she was considerably larger. Even with her playing with some dominance Ezra still acted casual. “And what exactly am I supposed to do about that? You have horses and dragons and other gryphons and ulokar over at The Ranch. What's my completely average cock gonna do to or for you?”

\tCeylon raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side. “Is your memory failing?”

\t“I don't think so, no.” Ezra felt mildly insulted.

\tShe picked up on this accidental offense and leaned in to nuzzle past him, pressing shoulder to shoulder while she purred into his ear. “Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant to say that it's strange that you defaulted to assuming I was asking for cock. You have all that-” She motioned with one front talon and her opposite wing, indicating every bit of him from toe pads to ear tips. “-to work with, and I'm pretty insatiable. Horse cock is nice but there's a lot more meat on you than that.”

\tHe actually gulped a bit. She had a point and it was silly that he didn't immediately figure out that was what she needed. “So, uh, you're not here to take my bits back or anything?”

\t“Skies above no. Why would I do that?” She snorted a bit, something that seemed strange considering she had a beak and not a mammalian snout. “Look, Ezra, darling. I'm not that kind of gryphon. That gift is yours to keep and to give at your own discretion. Even if you offered me a great insult I'd just not bless you further, I wouldn't take it away.” The gryphon even went so far as to use one of her front talons to flick Ezra on the snout.

\t“Hey!” He wrinkled his nose and batted her away. “Sorry, it's not my fault. I can't control how I feel.” In spite of him being mildly defensive about it, his tail idly swayed behind him.

\tCeylon curled her body around him, like a cat marking a pole or their person's legs. She made sure yo make as much contact as she could, ending with her tail slithering over his shoulders like a snake. “I suppose you're right. You can only control your actions after the fact. Well, if that's the case, what are you going to do to thank me?”

\tHe gulped. “I don't know what I can offer. I didn't know I needed to-”

\t“Ugh! You suck at this.” Ceylon leaned into him, pressing the crest of her beak right up against his chest and nearly knocking him over. “I'm being sly. Slick. Coy. Silly. I don't presume to demand anything. I just thought it'd be some fun dirty talk to get you in the mood. All these generations later and I Still don't know how to talk sexy.”

\t“Me neither.” Ezra confessed while cradling Ceylon's beak cheeks and trying to pull on them. He learned very quickly that avians do not have cheeks the same way mammals do when she gave him a warning chomp on the wrist. “Ack! Okay, sorry. I was trying to be cute.”

\tShe stepped away from him, deliberately swaying her hips and lifting her tail as she did so. This revealed an astonishingly plump set of lips and tail hole. “Don't try to be cute. You know by now that doesn't work on me.” As she swished her tail at him to blow some her scent his way, she clenched her loins to make her meaty clit roll out and tense up. Her clit looked like a stallion's flare; it even spurted a bit when she winked it from right where the urethra would have been on a stud.

\tEzra was stuck between two opposing mindsets. On one paw he felt she was teasing a bit too hard considering she had tried naughty talk just moments before so she was being a bit of a hypocrite. On the other paw, that flesh of hers was so inviting that she didn't care that much. The skin was a silky jet black, smooth and covered in a thin sheen of natural fluids that must have seeped out from within her. When she winked he saw that her clit, which was clearly a mini stallion flare nestled within her lips, had a mix of black and deep red flesh.

\tCeylon was not being shy or bashful at all. Of course, this was what he expected of her. Even older ladies who had seen it all had no cares left in the world to be fussed about the petty insecurities of young adults. Ceylon had lived a dozen lifetimes or more, so of course she wasn't hesitant. She knew what she want and wasn't going to waste time with courtship.

\tThere was a very brief moment of her trying to be casual in order to flirt with Ezra but that moment passed and now she was flagging her tail right at his face height, teasing and inviting him to have a go at her. An invitation he was happy to oblige.

\tEven more than a month later he still tended to let others instigate and still needed pretty blunt hints to really pick up on it. This was about as blunt as it got. Though he wasn't entirely prepared he did step out of his shorts, made sure his stuff was in his pockets, and kicked it away. Fully nude, he stepped up to her, lightly play-smacking her shapely, round rump.

\tCeylon's tail immediately swished to the side and smacked him alongside the head, not with enough force to knock him over but definitely enough to make him stumble. “Hey!”

\t“You smack me I smack you back. I think that's fair.” She said while swishing her tail again. She winked her clit right in his face, giving him a better and clearer look at how that worked. He'd been very intimate with her loins before but it appeared a change had happened and now her clit was 'winking' by flaring out and deflating, like a stallion's pre-climax explosion.

\tHer clit was flaring, not winking. Very new and unique take on the idea. But again, when the gryphon – well, more accurately the chimera – was a master of transformation magic it made sense that she could try new body configurations at will. And this new take on a mare's wink was an interesting one. Mostly, it was very fun to watch her clit swell up like a flare, then immediately shrink back down and retreat between the plump lips of her vulva.

\tIt made him want to pounce her right then and there. Unfortunately for him, she was too tall, her loins at face height instead of waist height. Not a loss at all, he just couldn't slip into her the way he wanted. The fortunate part was that he could still find ways to pleasure her in ways she wanted.

\tEzra leaned into her again and took in a deep breath, sampling her scents and letting the humidity of her estrus aura coat his lungs and the back of his throat. He hadn't even touched her lips yet and he could faintly taste her. “Wow, you really are deep in heat, aren't you?” He peeked around her flank to give her a sassy eyebrow raise.

\t“I'm always in heat. If I want to be.” Ceylon said while backing up and pressing her thighs to his chest. “And I usually want to be.”

\t“You have that transformation magic, can't you literally magic that away if it's interfering?” He said it but he knew immediately that it was a stupid thing to ask.

\tShe lowered her tail and pressed it tight between her cheeks to fully seal herself off from him. “Why would I want to do that? Where's the fun in just not living happily?” She was being overly dramatic for effect but immediately changed her tone to let Ezra know she wasn't being serious. She lifted her tail again and offered another wink, this one forcing a thin stream of gooey slime from within her urethra to splash at his feet. “And if I did that, you'd still be trudging your way up the shoulder of that road. Let me indulge. Everyone wins.”

\tHe rubbed his hands together to get them warm before finally making contact. Though he was quite aroused and his cock was poking out of his sheath, he didn't go right for her plump lips. Instead, he grabbed the base of her tail and wrapped both hands around it while leaning in close. “Okay, probably a dumb question but are ya clean?”

\tThough his question was somewhat vague, Ceylon knew what he was referring to. “Darling, I command the very cells in my body; I will never not be clean when I'm in the mood.”

\t“Good.” Was all he said before pressing his snout right up under her tail, pressing his lips to her plump pucker. Her tail hole was an almost perfectly round, donut-like bump of flesh that bridged the gap between the back end of her vulva and the base of her tail. He made out with her pucker, tongue plucking its flesh and probing deep to get a good taste of those juicy inner folds.

\tCeylon's ears and head went straight up the moment she felt his tongue inside her. She glanced back, almost shocked. “Okay, I like this new, bold you. You're finding your true self again and I'm very glad to see and feel that.” She then leaned into him, widening the stance on her hind legs to help his ease of entry on her booty.

\tEzra enjoyed the compliment so much that his tail started wagging behind him. He didn't retreat from her plump pucker but he did let her know that he appreciated it by really pushing into her, nuzzling and moaning and even sucking on her rump button. At one point he even lightly nibbled the rim of flesh to pluck it gently before returning to bury his tongue in her.

\tHe absolutely was more bold! He noticed it, the others in the polycule noticed it, and his fellow journalists noticed it too. He had confidence and was shedding his more shy nature; to hear Ceylon confirm that it was noticeable and that it was 'his true self' helped him to internalize the realization that so much of his insecurity was holding him back.

\tSure, he still felt he had a long way to go before he had the confidence or brazen attitude of Afearnia or Fidget, but the fact that he barely hesitated before making out with gryphon ass meant a lot. So much that he couldn't help but whimper under her tail as his cock came to full mast with just the half-formed knot lodged deep within his sheath.

\tCeylon was clearly observing him over her shoulder, but she was also slowly losing herself to the pleasure of having him service her. She was an exceptionally experienced gryphon mare but clearly enjoyed her company. In fact, she liked the attention her rump was getting so much she was sure to let him know. “My dear, this is why I took the detour to see you instead of just getting railed by Oceris.”

\tOceris was the well endowed shifting hippogryph that seemed to have adopted Ceylon's transformation powers. Because of this, they were a very popular option at The Ranch when it came to people who didn't know what they wanted but were comfortable letting the beast take over.

\tHis lips were occupied and his tongue was busy but he still managed to peek over her rump. “Mrph?” While he waited for a response he slipped his thumbs down between her cheeks and parted her pucker to gape it slightly in order to give him more freedom to bury his tongue deeper. He noticed that her passage was pretty snug as far as he could go even though he knew from past experience that her bowels opened up right past the plump entrance. He just wasn't getting deep enough.

\tThe gryphoness was happy to explain. “You are pretty open and chill about stuff. I never have to worry about compatibility, and now that you're growing increasingly confident I can say that I can definitely trust you to do your thing and that it'll be something I like.”

\t“Mrph!” Ezra agreed, tongue still deep inside her.

\t“So go ahead, you know what, surprise me. Let's see how much you can make me cum. I doubt you'll cross any barrier but if you do I'll let you know.” She swished her tail over his head and curled it over the small of her back while crouching down so that her chest was on the ground and her hindquarters were still up at Ezra's face height. She gently widened her wings a bit for balance but then laid her head down on her talons, contentedly purring and chirping to herself while Ezra worked.

\tThe canine's eyes went wide with that open invitation. He could do anything to her with almost no limits. He had a canvas of flesh sprawled out before him and plenty of paint to work with.

\tOnly he immediately ran into a problem when his mind went blank. With virtually limitless possibilities laid out before him he had a pretty mild case of choice paralysis. Did he migrate to a different hole? Jump right into something creative and indulgent? Stick with the hits for now and slowly build up? What if Ceylon was testing him to see how creative he was?

\tShe must have noticed that he had paused because she pushed into him with a clitoral flare right against his chin. “You okay back there? You don't have to jump right to the fun stuff, you know!”

\tIt was so kind of her to give him some guidance.

\tHer encouragement helped but it didn't really limit what he wanted to do. In his heart he knew that whatever he did would be appreciated – she wouldn't have approached him and complimented their overlapping interests if not – but that didn't stop him from thinking he was being judged. Ceylon was able to be picky, she had her choice of suitors across the nations and time itself, she-

\t“Sweetheart, you don't have to overthink it.” Ceylon assured, once again pushing back into him while flaring her clit. It was as upfront and demanding as she could be while casually letting Ezra know she could feel or read what he was thinking and feeling.

\t“Fine, fine! I just want to make sure I do right by you.”

\t“You don't have to. You've proven yourself to me time and time again, this is not a test it's supposed to be fun. Don't ruin it by analyzing it. Tell you what, I'll make this easy for you. Pretend I'm a beast. Treat me like you would a gryphon on Ilorek's Ranch. Just....give and take pleasure as you feel it would be best. I know where this is headed and where we'll both end up, so everything between here and there is a lovely bonus.” She stepped away so that her pucker wasn't touching Ezra's snout any longer; she needed to emphasize the point.

\tThis actually did help. “Okay. Sorry! Promise you won't be weirded out if I do something you aren't into?” He cradled her round hip and gave a squeeze to assure her.

\t“I know pretty much all your kinks. Have at ye.” She backed up again so that she was within tongue's reach. “I won't even playfully tease you or fake threaten to bail on you. But I do insist you get to it and stop worrying about performance.”

\tGood advice. Have fun, the climax can only be truly enjoying if they both finish. The more he thought about it the clearer it was that Ceylon knew what she was talking about and knew how to get what she wanted. Ezra, when with his feral partners, actually prioritized their pleasure before his. Only once they were satisfied could he reach his own climax. Their pleasure was required for his. Despite having never spoken of this with the gryphoness, she clearly knew that was how he worked.

\tClever girl, indeed.

\tHe huffed to himself, impressed with her expert control of the situation. Knowing that and understanding both what he liked and what she was expecting of him he finally had the confidence and self-assurance to make his proper move.

\tAs she insisted, he didn't dive right in. Not yet. He leaned back into her tail hole and kept making out with it, tongue probing and teeth plucking the teeth any chance he got. To truly start as he would with a mare or stallion or other feral, he kept his lips tight to her flesh while his paws began to wander, caressing her rump cheeks and thighs all the way from the knee to the ridge along the small of her back. He teased the base of her tail and kneaded her muscles to not only keep her limber and loose but also just because a proper tissue massage was welcome no matter the situation.

\tShe responded well by letting loose a deep throated trill and shuddering against his touch. That was a very good sign, in line with what he was hoping for. So, knowing his methods were working he kept at it, caressing up and down her thighs, kneading her muscles, and doing everything he could to get near her plump lips without actually touching them. He deliberately slid his hands right in the crook between her inner thighs and the edge of the black flesh of her pussy lips, only allowing his digits to touch the silky velvet skin when her clit flared up and the lips spread out to pin his hand to her thigh.

\tCeylon glanced back at him with a knowing smirk followed by a full-bodied shudder of anticipation and a subtle shuffling backward like she was trying to force her flesh to touch his paws.

\tHe took note of this and proceeded with confidence. He kept massaging her and carefully tracing her muscles under the fur for another few moments before finally giving her the intimacy she was begging for by cradling the bulge of her puffy lips between his thumb and forefinger. He gave her a gentle squeeze and tug, his digits barely able to keep friction against the slick flesh. When his grip popped off, her clit flared again, giving him the clearest view of it he'd seen yet.

\tThe gryphoness's clit really was a stallion's glans. Unflared it was a cute little nub with a rounded edge lined by little bumps and two bulbs that formed the head. But when it flared out, the ridge became considerably wider, more pronounced, and the majority of it emerged from between her lips like a blooming flower. Only it was the tip of a horse cock. It even had the pronounced, perfectly circular indentation around the ridge of the urethral opening. Which was where she kept leaking torrents of fluid all down his chest every time it flared up with pleasure.

\tEzra didn't only take the time to enjoy that sensation, he actively rubbed her fluids into his fur by pressing his chest to her thighs and grinding against her. This not only forced her fluids to soak into him, it also ensure that none of the resulting splatters were lost by landing in the grass. The scent was strong and he wanted it to so fully enshroud him that he could taste it, so he was doing all he could to make sure it all found its way into and on him.

\tAll the while he was coating himself with her fluids he was keeping his lips pressed tight to her plump tail hole and his hands tracing up and down either side of her vulva, massaging her length and occasionally stopping to squeeze and rub her clit.

\tShe was responding even better to this, as she started stomping and clawing at the ground with her hind paws, clenching and relaxing her pelvic muscles to make her lips twitch and throb. Her clit continued to flare not just intermittently but persistently, its engorged mass remaining fully swollen and poking out from between her lips as long as his hands remained in contact with her plump flesh.

\tA small part of him wanted to speak to her, to give her encouraging words and call her a good girl. That's what he would do if he was with a beast in order to foster a better relationship with them. However, what little he knew about her personality told him that assuring sexy talk wasn't really her thing. She sucked at it and didn't seem to respond well to it so he avoided calling her a good girl. She didn't need to be told it, she knew she was great.

\tThe more he worked her flesh by kneading it and caressing her lips, the less he noticed that he was starting to hum and moan right into her backside. Not just moan, but whimper a bit and yip at her in an almost feral courting ritual. The moment he noticed it, he tried to mask it by pulling away and diverting his focus a bit.

\tUp to this point his mouth had been focusing on her rump and his hands were caressing her legs and lips. It was time to move on. Foreplay was nice and Ceylon had clearly hoped for it but too much foreplay eventually got boring. For her, anyway. Some of Ezra's partners would let him go down on them for hours, never once advancing to the main course.

\tHe was more than happy with this. Bringing others pleasure was more important to him than his own. The delight that came with giving others pleasure was better than any orgasm, though he was gradually shifting that view now that he had a proper spade. Not that he wasn't focusing on others, just that he was more confident and willing to seek pleasure with the help of others.

\tKnowing it was time to move on meant that he brought up both his hands to once again cradle either of her rump cheeks, his thumbs kneading the posterior end of her vulva. That was the part nearest her rump. He slipped both thumb tips into her and tried her best to pry her open, resisting the lubrication her inner walls had been coated with to keep what grip he could. Her slit parted to reveal a v-shaped patch of bright red, but she didn't open up for him. He was expecting her entire canal to open up the moment her lips were parted but that didn't happen.

\tOf course it didn't. She was in heat. Her walls were going to be snug even when relaxed. Her flesh was swollen with desire, so puffy and pumped up that there was no way he'd open her up. Part of him was mildly disappointed at this – he did love a good gape – but the distraction was short-lived as he reminded himself what this meant. She would be snug as possible, able to grip anything.

\tHe licked his chops, smearing his own saliva around his lips whole he did his best to keep her lips parted. The midday sun illuminated the glisten that coated her bright red inner walls, giving him a beacon of sorts to aim his snout.

\tAll in one motion he leaned into her, forcing his muzzle between her pussy lips. The juicy, slick sensation of her plump walls sliding over his snout provided a bit more resistance than he was expecting considering just how soaked her depths were. The extra tender nature of her walls was making her even more snug than a spade would have been at full heat.

\tThis certainly changed how he was going to proceed but it didn't stop him from leaning into her with all his weight, forcing his muzzle to ease and lurch in deeper with every wiggle of his head. The image of her lips slowly filling is view and eventually pressing right up against the crest between his eyes was delightful, evoking memories of the first time he'd been intimate with her. He even closed his eyes and imagined her flesh passing over him entirely once again, the sensation of her silky walls squeezing him acting as the perfect catalyst to this fantasy.

\tIt didn't have to be just fantasy, of course. Because Ceylon pushed back into him and arched her back so that the angle was a lot better, practically sitting on him from that height. She was high on her tippy toes, stance wide and spine raised as high as it could go.

\tSadly, Ezra wasn't quite ready for that. He wanted to feel that swollen flesh envelop him but he knew Ceylon had hoped for a bit more work form him before that was inevitably where he ended up. From what conversations they had he knew that Ceylon's all-encompassing kink was unbirthing. She loved doing it, not only because it fulfilled all of her other kinks at once, but because it was such a lovely thing to do to and for a friend.

\tHe was that friend and he agreed. Still, he wasn't ready to finish so soon. He still had some things he wanted to try before offering himself to her. Which was where she was hinting this encounter would end up. No point in pretending otherwise, Ezra was destined to spend more time in gryphon womb before the day was out.

\tAfter the past few days of having no intimate contact with anyone other than his own hand, it would be a lovely change of pace. He still needed to loosen her up a bit first, though.

\tSo, rather than lean into her and use his head like a knot to punch in and out of her, he pulled out and slowly dragged his tongue all the way from the edge of her clit to the base of her tail hole, deliberately ensuring his flesh parted hers along the way. He waited for her shudder of delight and next flare of her clit to immediately bend down a bit so that her lips wrapped around the engorged clit.

\tNot only did this get a chance to suck her flesh, it also meant the resulting spurt of her silken fluids got shot directly on his tongue, allowing him to sample the flavours briefly before gulping it down. Her fluids were so viscous that it stuck to his flesh, coating him from the ridges of his roof of his maw all the way to the back of his sinuses. The sweet, lightly floral flavours mixed with the earthy scents and drove him wild, drawing him to act with fewer inhibitions.

\tEzra almost lost himself to the list as he slowly descended into a pheromone-fueled trance. He had a sudden burst of near aggression as he growled and snarled into her plump flesh, practically punching her slit with his fingertips all in a point to ease her open. He was not gentle. He wasn't violent but his rough pussy punch was definitely not measured and reserved.

\tShe jumped a bit, her toes curling into the dirt as he buried his entire arm to the shoulder in a single motion. Her walls clenched around him, snugly constricting him enough to nearly push him out. Her flesh secreted more lubricant that soaked into his arm fur and seeped out, trickling down over her tender lips and landing on his chest.

\tHe kept growling, baring his teeth in between licking her flesh and biting her haunches. He almost had to stop himself, worried he was being a bit too feral. This sort of aggression was very out of character for him as he did his best to be a tender, caring lover. A generous partner. But this was different; the combination of sensations, scents, sounds, images, and flavours worked against him and at least temporarily brought out the feral side of him. He maintained just enough of his natural lucidity to internally reassure himself that if Ceylon wasn't enjoying it she would have made it clear.

\tWhich was how he found himself going wild on Ceylon's pussy. He balled his fist up inside and used the entire length of his arm to thrust in and out of her like a stallion would, stroking her flesh from vulva to cervix. The entire length of his arm, even with her pushing down and actively trying to make her womb descend to meet him, only just barely hit her cervix. Her walls collapsed and tensed up around him and against him, her anterior wall – that's the floor of her canal when on all fours – rose up to grind her inner clit against his forearm.

\tIt was shocking to him just how much muscle control she had to match him. He was roughly punching her depths with all his might and weight, reveling in the juicy squelches that emanated from her depths and the resulting splatters of fluid that had soaked him from chin to groin. His free hand kept to his chest fur, smearing it and rubbing it in with a level of vigor he didn't think he had.

\tThe feral lust that took over him was kind of nice. It was such a good stress release to just be his most carnal self without worrying about hurting someone or going over a limit. He knew his partners back with the rest of the group were all very communicative and durable but almost all of them were smaller than him and thus he felt almost like he had to be gentle with them.

\tEzra did not have to be gentle with Ceylon. It was liberating to just be able to punch harder and punch deeper, tasking himself with seeing just how full of a thrust and how long he could keep up a steady pace of nearly pulling out and going as deep as he could.

\tA steady flow of fluids escaped her, ensuring his arm remained soaked and well lubricated. He would not be drying up as long as he kept at her, so that's what he did. He didn't let up for even a second as he used the entirety of his weight and a wide stance for leverage, his whole body getting into the thrusting motions that gave her that fulfilling sensation.

\tClearly she was into it as well, because the more he worked her flesh the easier it was for his limb to enter and exit her. She wasn't gaping but he was clearly tenderizing her to the point that her walls were no longer anywhere near as snug as when he started.

\tSensing it was time to up the dial he pulled his one arm out and then slipped the other in, sure to soak it with the same fluids as the first one. All the way to the shoulder than back out, only to then swap and put the first fist back in. Back and forth, he punched her depths with alternating arms, the thrusts coming in a higher frequency to the point that one was still half in and on the way out when the second punched its way through her tender, swollen pussy lips.

\tThe angle of both forearms inside her, spread her open with a bit of a gape every time, at once sucking in air and forcing it back out with a spattering of fluid that both projectile sprayed onto Ezra and oozed out over her lips. Every swell of her clitoral flare caught some of it and wedged it in between the crux of her vulva and the ridges of the flare only to then release it in a wave that Ezra paused periodically to lick up and swallow down.

\tHe kept working her until he found himself with both arms as deep as they would go, the wedge of them spreading her open near his chest where his shoulders were wide apart. This meant that there was a perfect spot for his muzzle to fit in between his biceps. A lot more room than before.

\tThis moment, as he contemplated diving in, he regained enough of his lucidity to mentally check in on her and make sure she wasn't sore or uncomfortable.

\tShe wasn't. Not only was she not showing any signs of discomfort, but her beak was gaping and she was gasping with ragged breaths, a deep trill and purr escaping her with every exhalation. She was grinning back at him, her entire body shaking with tremors of delight while she waited for him to continue. After a brief moment of hesitation, she clenched her loins, collapsing her walls around his arms and nearly forcing him out before relaxing again and inviting him in.

\tIt was time. He knew it. She knew it. So he wasn't going to bother trying to hold off. She was so tender and soaked that he wasn't going to risk missing out on it.

\tHe leaned into her with all his weight, snout nestled in between his biceps as her taut pussy lips stretched and dilated to slide up his arms. Her flesh enveloped him as her muscles relaxed and her stance widened, ensuring that nothing got in the way of her walls passing over his head.

\tWith a very distinct lurch, her vulva passed over the bulge of his skull and shoulders at the same time, the following pelvic clench actually sucking him in as her lips wrapped around his midsection and spat more fluids down his front. His hands finally found their way to her impossibly dilated cervix, where he was able to reach into her womb and try to pull himself in deeper.

\tShe arched her back and sat down on him, forcing him onto his knees while her throbbing walls slid down his entire form, those black lips making their way over his torso to eventually wrap around his hips. All at once she clenched the muscles near her opening to hold him in place while also pushing down with her deeper abdominal muscles, forcing her womb to descend and her cervix to pass over his shoulders and head, nearly swallowing him up on a deeper level.

\tExcept this actually created a bit of a problem that neither of them had anticipated.

\tRight as her vulva came to rest over his hips while he was in the kneeling position and her pelvic muscles contracted to have her womb reach out to grab him, her clit also flared out. And as luck would have it, Ezra was at full mast, his cock fully out of his sheath at the same time.

\tBy some miracle – or perhaps it was Ceylon manipulating the situation to make it happen – Ezra's cock tip actually found its way to Ceylon's clit, the narrow, tapered end of it guided perfectly into the gryphon's urethra. That equine-styled urethra that was right where it would have been on her clit-flare and had been spurting all the fluid all over him. As she sat on him, applying most of her weight onto his kneeling form and her vaginal canal slowly swallowing him up, her urethra likewise slid over the bulge of his cock and eventually wrapped around his unformed knot to grip him tightly.

\tThe tightness of it mixed with the fact that Ceylon's clit continued to flare and throb and pulsate around him quite quickly ensured that his knot swelled to full girth inside her, effectively tying himself to her urethral passage. Not only was this the extra tightness that was a lovely treat from time to time, but it became quickly clear that since it was Ceylon's clit, it was also immensely sensitive.

\tHis knot locked tight inside her, triggering some of the most aggressively intense pleasure Ceylon had felt since trying out this new form. Ezra knew this because their shared body contact and the direct application of her intimate flesh against his created a temporary but intense psychic link between them. Not enough to read each other's minds or control one another but enough that concepts and ideas and feelings were passed between them. Through this, Ezra knew and almost felt exactly how special this was to her in spite of her many years with virtually limitless creativity.

\tThe added feeling of giving her that sort of pleasure mixed with the sensation of having the flared clit snug around the base of his knot ensured he had no choice but to growl into her depths and buck his hips, his climax quickly erupting into her, depositing his own seed into her to mix with her fluids. It was too much, a pleasure so intense he actually had to lower his arms so that they were down at his sides instead of extended ahead of him. This kept him from slipping into her womb and the grinding of his elbows sliding down her wall and grinding against her inner clit – also known as the g-spot – made her entire body quiver and pulsate around him.

\tCeylon not only felt the bliss of orgasm overtake her, but the continually applied pressure stretching her clit and pussy in equal measure meant that she started erratically grinding on him. Her pussy lips clenched around his waist while her urethral flare squeezed against the base of his knot and tugged his member from its sheath.

\tBoth of them shared the pleasure of the other, able to have the base sensations transferred between them; Ezra felt the stretch that Ceylon felt both vaginally and through the urethra, and Ceylon was able to share the sensation of being snug in a cocoon of pulsating flesh from head to waist. She couldn't help but grind, gyrate, and bounce on Ezra in his kneeling position, doing her best to ride him like a dildo. Except there were some complications.

\tMore than anything else, his cock in her urethra, knotted against the flare and pressing out against the clitoral tissue, was acting as a sort of hook or anchor. She was trying to have her pussy lips extend over his waist to swallow him up so that she could deposit him in the womb where he belonged but the angle of his member from his sheath put a stop to that. His upper body was in her vaginal canal with his snout nestled in her cervix, but he couldn't possibly go deeper because his knot was tied to her clitoral flare.

\tThe combination of pleasure and sensations that they shared ensured that both of them were kept on the precipice of orgasmic eruption. He felt stuffed and smothered in equal measure while she felt every bulge and bit of pressure from him both inside and out. The resulting, persistent climax had her every abdominal muscle clench at once, squeezing against him in an attempt to force him out.

\tHer vaginal walls constricted his entire upper body, caressing his body while both trying to pull him in and push him out at the same time. This just meant that his elbows and arms were grinding against her engorged inner clit, further making it difficult for her to keep control.

\tIt was too much. Even for Ceylon. The gryphoness usually had complete control over situations and in that moment even Ezra could feel the loss of control and the mild frustration she felt over it. The pleasure was intense but it was mildly doused by the fact that she'd somehow found herself in a situation she'd never been in before.

\tAn all-encompassing contraction coursed through her body, forcing Ezra out of her pussy as her womb descended, ensuring there was no room in her compressed vaginal canal. He doubled over, knot still tied to her urethra as he was ejected fully from the depths of her pussy. This left him laying on his back with her sitting on his lap, his legs shifting around underneath him so that he was splayed out.

\tShe was weirdly lost in her pleasure as well, as she quickly started crawling away from him, belly to the ground on all fours while she dragged her hips along the ground. Except his tie to her urethra was so tight she actually started dragging him along with her. This intense, added pressure only served to amplify the sensations within her as his knot lobes tugged on the inside of her clitoral flare.

\tAgain, it was entirely too much for her. Somehow she managed to create a body part that had the combined sensitivity of a vaginal canal, urethral passage, swollen clit, and flared horse cock all at once. The pressure of it and the texture of Ezra's cock inside her was making her go feral temporarily losing control of herself as she dragged him across the open field by his cock.

\tEzra was still feeling the effects of being so close to her womb so he was only partially conscious – the unbirthing process slowed one's perceptions and put them in a dream-like state – so he sort of half woke to being dragged around and immediately panicked, trying to turn so they were rump to rump; being tugged while in that position was the best and really hit the right buttons.

\tCeylon was able to regain her self control thanks to Ezra but they were still stuck together. She was panting and heaving and trilling at him while he was growling and whimpering. He was on his feet and bent over while she was squatting down, the difference in their size ensuring that they couldn't quite balance things out.

\tLuckily, Ceylon's mind was returning to her and she had a solution. No words were exchanged between them as her tail cradled Ezra by the belly and chest, lifting him up as she rolled over on her back. This was to make it so that both her rump and his were laying on the ground and hopefully that would minimize the effects of their size difference.

\tIt didn't quite work. Ceylon was still so much bigger than Ezra that he had to hoist himself up on his feet to keep his knot from tugging too much on Ceylon's urethral opening. He loved the pressure but that much weight tugging and pulling and dragging eventually made him feel like it was about to be ripped off. It kept him at a perpetual, never-ending climax that constantly milked him for every drop of cum he had to offer, but he needed to alleviate it.

\tExcept fate had it out for him. As he brought his feet up to use the base of Ceylon's tail for leverage, he couldn't help but use his toes to play with the edge of her lips, plucking her flesh and sliding up and down her slit. And if this wasn't enough, his kinky side took over and he actually gently eased his foot into her, wiggling his toes between her inner folds, rolling the fluid she secreted between his digits.

\tCeylon stopped to stare at him. He stared back, both of them raised their eyebrows, then nodded in agreement. They knew what they had to do.

\tEzra slowly extended his leg, forcing it into her one bit at a time. The positioning was awkward because he had to do it all while his knot was still swollen inside her urethra and held in place by her clitoral flare, but he could do it. Luckily her depths were quite malleable so her flesh was able to distend and dilate pretty far to the side, slowly swallowing up his leg past the knee and up the thigh.

\tIt didn't take long before he felt his toes kneading her dilated cervix while her vulva were once again wrapped around his hip. Only one hip for now. Only one of his legs were lost inside her.

\tSo he contorted his body as best he could, angling himself so that his other foot was able to slide in next to his thigh and descent through her depths. Ceylon had to reach down and help guide him and apply a bit more pressure but working together they were able to have both of his legs buried all the way to the waist inside her.

\tThey both knew his knot, which was still lodged in her urethra, would be stopping him from descending any deeper. Understanding this, Ezra started cycling his legs, kneeing her inner clit to build up pressure within her.

\tIn response she threw her head back and brought a front talon down to start stroking the bulge of her clitoral flare, squeezing where his knot was tied inside her as she did all she could to caress him with the entirety of her vaginal passage. She clenched, she pushed, she relaxed so that her insides opened up and almost sucked him up, but it was the grinding of his knees along her anterior wall that solved the problem of his knot anchoring himself inside her.

\tGrinding against her inner clit built up pressure within her as the spongy tissue was secreting fluids alongside her urethra. Fluids that only had one way to escape her and that one way was currently completely blocked by Ezra's knot.

\tThe building pressure inflated her passage, sloshing around Ezra's cock and knot until it eventually, forcefully popped it out with a torrent of fluid so intense it was like a literal bucket of her arousal was dumped right on his head and chest, soaking him.

\tHe tried to cry out in orgasmic delight but the fluid cascaded down his throat and made him cough and hack a bit, distracting him. He tried to lean over and let it drain out of him but he could tell it was that same fluid that inundated his lungs the last time Ceylon unbirthed him. He could tell because it was making him feel drowsy, the world around him slowly spinning and growing increasingly dreamlike. He could still see Ceylon and the grasses around them but none of it felt real. He rubbed his paws into his chest to explore the fluid there but his arms grew increasingly weak with each motion.

\tThe snug sensation of being tucked up into a fleshy passage slowly enveloped him as Ceylon's pussy literally sucked him up. Her walls clenched and pulsated in waves, her womb hungry for his body. He felt the tightness of her cervix pass its way up his legs and eventually wrap around his waist as her vaginal canal practically reached out to swallow him one bit at a time. Her lips were like the maw of a snake, relaxing to extend and then clamping around him to tug him in deeper.

\tUp his body her flesh slid, wrapping around his arms to cradle him while her womb opened up and encouraged him to get comfortable. It wasn't as snug past her cervix but it was more cozy.

\tThe tunnel of flesh that slowly devoured him from foot to chest eventually extended up beyond his neck, the plump lips acting like a pillow for a moment before sliding their way up his cheeks and wrapping around his snout. For a brief moment this left him with only his muzzle sticking out of her while she got comfortable on her side. Deep within her, he felt her cervix ascend up his body to wrap around his belly, grinding past his still-erect cock along the way.

\tHe stuck his tongue out as he found the comfort of resting his cheek on the inside of her plump lip the comfiest, coziest sensation he'd ever felt. It really was like he'd fallen asleep in bed only the sheets were gryphon flesh and her vulva was his pillow. Like a puppy finding comfort for the first time.

\tWith one final gulping sensation, her lips sealed up beyond his snout and clenched inward, making his entire body shift deeper and deeper through her tender, rippled walls. The churning of her nearby organs and the secretions of her fluid were a minor distraction as he sunk into her depths, eventually floating in her womb with her cervix sealing up after him.

\tInside, or more specifically in her womb, he felt like he was suspended in fluid, not wrapped in flesh. Passing through her birth canal he felt every ripple of flesh slide over him, ever muscular contraction, every throbbing pulsation of pleasure. But in her womb, he felt weightless. No texture consumed him yet he felt contact all over.

\tIt was like a dream. A dream where he felt both snug and stuffed at the same time. The psychic link between he and Ceylon was stronger than before, so he felt the sensation of having a belly bulge while also feeling the warmth and comfort of floating in her womb.

\tHis dreams were ethereal and confusing at first, but that quickly changed as his perspective shifted and he started experiencing a twisted, hallucinogenic version of what Ceylon did now that he was completely lost inside her. It was like playing a video game in third person, only he could sense and feel everything that happened to her.

\tShe was not done seeking pleasure even with Ezra fully inside her, bulging her belly. Ezra felt her desire and the stream of orgasms he'd given only super-charged her estrus needs. She demanded more. It was time for her to take the climax she so desired.

\tAnd Ezra was not only happy for her to be so satisfied thanks to him but delighted that he got to feel it from her perspective. The day had only just begun.

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\tWhile still huffing and panting with delight, Ceylon got to all fours and did her best to keep her head up as her nethers tingled. She had to keep her tail up in an arch over her backside just to ensure nothing touched her lips for fear of having another wave of pleasure rock her body and potentially force Ezra out. She knew that Ezra could sense and feel everything she was doing so she internally let him know that she wasn't done with him and that she'd do her best to make sure he felt satisfied

\tOnce she'd regained her composure she stood up tall and fluffed out her feathers. She was about to kick off to take flight but saw Ezra's belongings in a pile nearby. She chose to instead let her tail maw pluck them up and swallow them one by one, keeping them contained within the tunnel within her tail rather than deposit it in her womb alongside Ezra. She had two cervixes, one to her vaginal canal and one to her tail. Both led to her womb.

\tEzra's belongings came to rest comfortably within the base of her tail so she started at a trot before picking up speed into a gallop and leaping high in the air, wings spread to catch the thermals. She flapped her wings hard until she was high over the trees and veered towards the crater that housed The Ranch, her destination.

\tHis perception of Ceylon's actions were somewhat hallucinogenic, not really beholden to reality. Like a dream. He heard no words, and most imaged were conveyed as ideas, not illustrations.

\tSo when Ceylon did a sweep around The Ranch and landed in the middle next to Ilorek, Ezra could see that they were talking but could not make out the words. All he could hear was the fleshy churns of nearly organs and the beating of her heart throbbing against the side of his womb. Her womb, but for Ezra it felt like it was meant for him.

\tCeylon and Ilorek chatted a bit, with Ceylon seemingly explaining the situation. Ilorek looked happy for her and guided her towards one of the nearby pastures. However, as Ceylon took the lead and Ilorek trailed behind, the hippogryph that owned The Ranch reached into Ceylon's tail like he was delivering a calf and pulled out Ezra's stuff for safe keeping.

\tWith a thankful wave of her wing, Ceylon parted ways with Ilorek and went straight for the equine pasture. She knew what she was looking for and wasted no time seeking it out.

\tThere was this exceptionally well endowed hippogryph shifter named Oceris that Ceylon had grown fond of. He was a gender and species shifter, regularly swapping all sorts of parts and styles, being mare or stallion, equine or avian or any blend in between. Ceylon was very good at getting him to be a stallion when she needed a proper mounting. That was who she was looking at.

\tShe saw him standing tall above the rest of the herd. His golden tipped, black-accented coat was unmistakable and his long, flowing pinions that dangled down either side of his tail were majestic. But those weren't the features Ceylon was looking for. Most notably, the stallion was equipped with a cock that was like twenty five centimeters in diameter. Absolutely massive, as wide as some people's thighs.

\tEzra had met this hippogryph shifter before. Their parts actually tended to adjust to whatever his partner wanted; if Ceylon was expecting something that thick in diameter, that's what she wanted. And if her depths were malleable to gulp down Ezra it would take a cock that size.

\tCeylon happily approached Oceris and flirted with him, lifting tail and presenting to him, nipping him on the shoulder, and playfully buck-kicking him when he got too close to make him work for it. Ezra felt her every motion but his dream-addled brain barely registered it.

\tOf course it didn't take too long for Oceris to drop from his sheath and start leaking and spraying webs of stallion seed all over the place. His display made the other mares in the pasture all want him, too, so Ceylon had to chase them off so she could have the stud all to herself.

\tOnce it was just the pair of them in an open circle surrounded by other stallions and mares, Oceris mounted without hesitation. His massive, almost comically thick cock found Ceylon's lips with ease but he really had to work to force his blunt tip into her. The first few thrusts his cock actually bent a bit and he had to adjust until he found the right angle. Once he did, however, his full-bodied thrusts forced his cock to plow into Ceylon nearly sheath deep, his massive balls slapping against her thighs.

\tShe put her head down to focus on the pleasure as Oceris thrust into her with all his might. The girth of his cock forced her open, her flesh dilating to accommodate him even as his flare popped through her cervix to join Ezra in her womb.

\tThe pressure of that quickly brought the stud to climax, his flare wider than a dinner plate to plug up her womb and pump in stallion seed like it was a hose. The creamy, musky mess swirled around inside Ceylon's womb, making Ezra float even more.

\tStallions – not even hippogryphs – last all too long. So even though his gentle barbs around the rim of his flare caught and tugged Ceylon's cervix, his cock softened up pretty quickly and it sucked out of her, taking some of his seed with him before her womb sealed back up with most of his load still inside.

\tTemporarily satisfied, Ceylon crawled out from under him, letting a goopy mess of hippogryph essence seep out of her and created a trail of puddles in the pasture behind her. She flared her own clit, then slowly made it transform back to a more traditional mare clit. She knew Ezra would love it but assumed other stallions might find it odd.

\tShe was literally leaking mess all over, a mix of stallion seed and her own slimy concoction. A web of lubricant and semen trailed behind her while she sought her next partner.

\tShe visited the wolf paddock next, playfully flirting with and eventually challenging all the males until she managed to find the best and strongest one to mate with her. Once he won the privilege she lifted tail to him and he mounted with the same level of enthusiasm that Oceris had offered her.

\tThe knot did not stay in very long. Even though it did temporarily plug her up as he deposited canine seed to mix with the thicker equine cum, Ceylon's walls were already battered and ruined. She couldn't keep anything in. Plus she wanted to visit others.

\tOnce she was done there, she headed back towards the Dragon and Gryphon paddocks. Ironically, she ignored the gryphon aerie since she really only liked being with other gryphons when she was the size of a cat or dog. Their knots were heavenly but feline-hybrids weren't exceptionally well endowed and she really wanted to feel ruined. So she went with a dragon instead!

\tNaturally, she once again sought out the biggest and most aggressive looking one to present to. It was a terra dragon. No wings, but exceptionally thick in every way. No knot but a series of ridges that could really catch on her insides and pull them out if she felt so inclined.

\tShe got down on her chest with her rump in the air, inviting the dragon to have his way with her. Which he did, of course. He was exceptionally heavy which added to the sensation. When he wrapped his front legs around her waist, he actually squeezed Ezra inside her, nearly forcing him to slip out her second cervix through the tail.

\tThe dragon lasted longer than the stallion but not as long as the wolf. He slipped his tapered tip into her and his ridges all swelled inside her, ensuring that every thrust felt like a dozen all at once. No knot but his cock was thicker at the base so Ceylon pushed back to ensure she took as much of him as she could. And much like the others, his tip peeked into her womb and deposited more seed into her womb to add to the concoction swirling around Ezra.

\tWhen he pulled out, he actually sucked a bunch of the seed out with him – that's what the ridges were for – while replacing with with liters of his own. Ceylon almost felt her womb descend and her pussy come out but she managed to keep it inside with expert pelvic control.

\tUpon finishing with the terra dragon, she slipped out of the dragon paddock and then went to her final destination. The Ulokar pasture.

\tUlokar were an interesting hybrid of dragon and canine, with elements from both bred into a perfect mount. They were considered expert-level steeds, as they were more territorial and aggressive; if you could foster loyalty with one nothing else compared. But doing so was a challenge.

\tCeylon had a sinister plot to get as much ulokarian seed in her as she possibly could. Upon entering the pasture she started teasing all the males, flagging for them and letting her mess make webs behind her. The moment any of them got close to her she stopped and insisted they mount. One would leap up on her and bite down on her neck and shoulder only to be tackled and pulled away, their cock already half inside her, by another and more dominant ulokar.

\tOne after another they tried taking turns, mounting in between scraps. Each of them bit down on her and clawed her up and barely managed to enter before another came and took its place. There was quite a tournament of suitors vying for her fertile womb but eventually the largest won the fight and went to mount her only to see that another had beaten him there.

\tA smaller, more enterprising ulokar that was a fraction of his size and about the size of a small dog compared to Ceylon's larger frame, had managed to not only enter Ceylon but successfully knot her, his lobes locking him in place as his extending, ridged length thrust inside her. Each one of his cock extensions poked through her cervix to spurt a tiny bust of ulokarian seed in with the rest of the concoction.

\tThis didn't stop the larger one, who simply mounted on top of Ceylon and the smaller one. He bit down hard on Ceylon's neck to hold her in place while he bucked and thrust, his extending cock prodding her pussy and wedging in between her clit and the other ulokar cock inside her. He had enough force and Ceylon was malleable enough that he was able to force his entire length inside her, knotting right next to the first one while also ensuring that the smaller ulokar no longer got to deposit seed in her womb since the larger one's cock was longer and more effectively plugged the cervix.

\tThe roughness of it all eventually tired Ceylon out, so when the ulokar finally pulled out nearly an hour later, she was effectively left gaping and drooling from both ends. She was spent and could only crawl her way, cunt leaking with every step, back to the main barn where Ilorek had stashed Ezra's clothes.

\tFinally done and satisfied, Ceylon flopped down in one of the stalls with the bedding made of hay and straw, the last of her energy focused on contractions that eventually led to Ezra lurching out of her with a gush of womb fluid and the seed of four other beasts.

\tIn spite of it all he was still mostly asleep, barely able to comprehend the world around him. And with the psychic link between he and Ceylon finally broken, he had no hallucinogenic dreams to cling to.

\tSadly ever so slightly chilly from no longer being in Ceylon's womb, he subconsciously grabbed her tail to wrap around him like a blanket or scarf. He barely even noticed but it swallowed him up feet first, deliberately keeping his head resting just beyond its jaws so he was essentially wrapped up in Ceylon's tail like it was a sleeping bag.

\tCeylon pulled her tail up towards her belly, cradling it as the big spoon, beak pressed to the back of Ezra's head and neck. She lowered a wing over her tail to keep it extra warm and finally, with the psychic link once again connected, they both fell into slumber until the following morning.

\tIt was always pleasant to be reminded that Ceylon was almost possessed by her estrus. It turned her into a feral beast. One Ezra was happily eager to service any time. She knew it. He knew it. And it was only a matter of time before their paths crossed once more.

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